Jan 2014
A Requiem to the mass
We have a peace to keep,
a promise to make,
a war to stop,
a swing to swing on.
Not the end of the era
scatters us,
scares us,
gives us a terror,
gives us a fading beacon.
A hunt that lives on our shoulder,
it keeps watching us so we never
root ourselves in the single answer.
The pieces of a missing will
never unite us, it is its sweetness
brought out a requiem to play
on the loop
without realising how the battle begun
and then
there's a hologram
floating around
as to why it plays hide and seek
yet still never found every steps
that it has made,
as remote or candid.
We have a peace to keep,
a promise to make,
a war to stop,
a swing to swing on.
Not the end of the era
scatters us,
scares us,
gives us a terror,
gives us a fading beacon.
A hunt that lives on our shoulder,
it keeps watching us so we never
root ourselves in the single answer.
The pieces of a missing will
never unite us, it is its sweetness
brought out a requiem to play
on the loop
without realising how the battle begun
and then
there's a hologram
floating around
as to why it plays hide and seek
yet still never found every steps
that it has made,
as remote or candid.
I was watching doctor who, trying to relax a bit then it hit me. I NEVER wrote a stuff as religious or atheistic concept which is a fine interesting subject if you're writing something, eh? Henceforth, here we go but it's just a rambling ******* draft at this time so it will certainly be modified soon, i hope. I'm not religious nor a atheist. so NOPE.
