Society's destroying some precious things. A story represented by a man meeting a spirit. |
Oh whispers, whispers I hear coming from the shadows near. Farther down, Down I go on my feet I rode. I walked, walked through my door when I saw a suffering spirit on the floor. It yelled, Yelled my name "Come here, my child, for you are to blame!" It said, Said to me "Oh my, oh my, can't you see?" Replied back, back I spoke "All I see is a dead man of the broke." "For you, You are blind, You will never see anothers heart or hear what's on their mind. You caused, caused all of this with your greedy soul and ignorant bliss. For I, I am the symbol of your awful generation and it's horrible morale of, How when, when it is okay to keep talking and shut up the ones who are amazingly shocking. The dark, dark in which these people have been in confined with their talents while you are covering the world with sin. Open up, up those eyes shall be for this is all we need. Oh when, when are you going to realise that what is in these people heart's and minds is the key to strive." Looked away, away into the distance I replied, "Are we really that resistant" Back to, to me it said "My dearest child of God, you are as resistant as the chains on body that keep me dead." |