I Live In The Valley

I Walk In The Valley 
 I Have Been Out And In 
 I Live In The Valley 
 I Help Them, And Lie Therein
 I Leave Not The Valley 
 Save For Respite 
 I Return To The Valley 
 By Day And By Night 
 I Walk In The Valley 
 For I Know Its Paths 
 I Sing In The Valley 
 To Guide Them Past The Voracious Wrath 
 Of A Jealous God 
 Who Wages And Economy Disguises Within A Fantasy 
 Cloaked In Misery And Mystery 
 Justifies Hunger And Insanity 
 Through Theories Of Wealth And Reaping
 I Love In The Valley 
 I Find It Most Clear 
 To Live In The Valley 
 With The Beings That Are Here 
 I Live In The Valley 
 And Transit Through Dreams 
 I Stay In The Valley 
 In The Night’s Suffering 
 I Cry In The Valley 
 Because I Know It Too Well 
 I Will Stay In The Valley 
 Only To Guide Those Within Out 
 There Are Those Residents Of Promised Lands
 Stained With Prosperous Blood 
 Theories Of Inheritance 
 And Spiting Cains Son 
 I Will Stay With Magdalene
 Amid Those Who Do Not Reap 
 The Curse Of Dreams 
 Lucid In Their Suffering 
 I Walk Through This World Awake 
 I Prefer This Suffering Then 
 The Fallacy Of Saints 
 Life Is Death 
 I Walk Through Purgatory 
 And Knowing Well The Pain It Be 
 Go Back To Help Those In The Deep
 For Rather Than Escape The Truth 
 Of The Painful Life We Lead 
 I Will Walk In The Sewage Of The Lands We Grieve 
 If Only To Help Ease Those Who Walk In The Valley Of The Suffering