Around the bend,
I hear the angels sing
The songs of freedom,
whilst floating on golden wing
Their voices promise happiness,
and all other things that I crave
I didn't realize until I was too late,
that their songs weren't meant to save
But to trick me into thinking they were there to bestow
When really they appeared to bring me on down below
(I had another account but it wouldn't let me update my email so I had to make a new one)
Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 10:31 PM UTC