A poem that is not quite finished |
Destruction has dawned But only few can see That the day has come When no one is free Determined to walk through walls And on water Forgetting the loves ones Sons and daughters The world is lost Painful sobs echo In empty streets Months go by as if Without weeks I wish I could be The one to change it all Btu one giant leap Is one step too small Btu I am trying to crawl On hands and knees alike I will fight For my life Without lack With my hands Tied behind my back My eyes blindfolded And no legs nor feet Btu the stronger I fight The more you become weak Even though I stand as one I am not alone All around me The wars rage on Death , dying ,souls undead Forgotten to forgive Forgiven to forget On a pedestal he sits But not for long For all you have suffered Will soon come to pass While he walks on water We walk on glass And fall through Leaving this life with no clue Towards the next one And it is all new to you People close their blinds As if it doesn’t exist Btu with their eyes open They couldn’t even see Through the mist Lord, He is pissed The day has come When the mind is weak Speaking in tongues Without a heart You can’t speak Nor be heard The most honest heart Will cut the strongest sword |