Analysis of The Mercy Fields

To drown in a sea of forgiveness
 Or with the stroke of a brush heal
 To suffer for Powers unyielding
 To dream of strawberry fields

'The water is tempting no worries
 The pull of the current will ease
 A hand full of stones and a mission
 And Death will hand me his keys.'

'A stroke of a petulant color
 Indigo on a vibrant red
 A pull of a careless trigger
 And a titan of color falls dead.'

'The fruit seems humble, but mighty
 Lascivious victual on the vine
 Perhaps just a portion will gather
 And clear the clouds from my mind.'

'The sands have a careless hunger
 They thirst eternally
 With a bite of a serpent I'll conquer
 Rome shall never claim me! '

'Dachau in a jar I have sealed
 Entombing a heart that is wrung
 With the invisible hand I will tumble
 For only the good die young.'

'The poppies are falling from heaven
 They take everyone as they are
 Even fame I say, can be lonely
 Nevermind I dream of afar.'

'Love unfulfilled has no mercy
 Destroying like only love can
 Profoundly it feels like we're dying
 The bane of unconquerable man.'

'My ruin was the doom of a woman
 In the scandal of love for a youth
 Silence was my only refuge
 Death came with the speaking of truth.'

'Without wisdom two hearts can be broken
 When love is met on a whim
 Age is Loves only reason,
 But careless when the years are trim.'

'Guilt is a powerful demon
  Worse when the guilt has a claim
 To prosecute you like a felon,
 Who killed the Messiah for gain.'

'Shame is ungovernable sorrow
 The world will seem like a dream
 Every hour distorts the future
 Toppling both mother and queen.'

'Like a swan whose summers have ended
 Whose glory has faded with Fall
 The Siberian Winter is calling
 And the lion must heed the call.'

'Beauty is nothing, its vapor,
 For it does not mirror the heart
 With a Dr.'s consent even idols
 Can render their beauty apart.'

'The Word is miraculous genius
 Giving reason and comfort to man
 But the bearer of words finds no solace,
 When he just stops giving a d*mn.'

Do not call it a crime, when it's mercy
 Is the only thing left in the end
 When the soul has given up trying
 When the spirit can no longer defend

So sweet the last supplications
 When all is shattered and gone
 When Sheols' hands are enshrouding
 Where we don't have to be strong.