Invisible tendrils holding us down

Webs of fear, anger, denial, and lies

A gown of iron, a heavy lead crown

Below the clear blue sky unable to rise

The impervious Tartarean ropes 

Or so Satan titles the painful binds

Attempt to crush their victim’s final hopes

Attempts to take the last faith in their minds

Because the cords aren’t strong, in fact, they’re weak

They are built upon our own faults and flaws

The blade of truth is not one for the meek

You may be nicked if it cuts through fear’s claws 

But invincible can be defeated

Rope now thread flight completed