Left On the Side of the Road

A piece written about a cause of one of the lowest points of my life.

A pig gained its wings today and finally learned to fly
But oddly enough at the exact same time, so many great things died

A hopeful singer lost his voice
Many dreams were killed
So many structures fell that simply cannot rebuild
An angel was left to die from it demon arose
So many heart filled tears were cried
A girl's true evil was exposed

Many doubtful thoughts entered the priest's mind
But he had given so much up that he couldn't just change his mind
He continued on in an attempt to teach his ways
But his only follower never even tried
She proudly held her head up high as their fucking fish died
A valentines gift symbolic for nothing but wasted time
This love had been worn down between god and his child
Yet she pretended that she couldn't understand why...
Why did things fall apart, why did hopes die?
Why did hearts tear and break, and why did the priest cry?

So much left in dust and so much dust entirely gone
So many days wrongly spent and too many gun shots dead-on
So goddamn many plans of sabbatoge seemingly predrawn

A pig gained its wings and finally learned to fly
Yet far too many great things died
But worst of all what caused the fall of everyone alive
Was when John Withal seemed to have spoken too soon,
That night God from the heavens cried
As the pig we were all so proud of, lost its wings
and died