Strange the way things are so easily broken.
Even stranger is how delicate they are when built.
Like hands, small... soft and gentle on a baby
But so easily destroyed by another.
Hearts... not an element of strength about them,
But they suffer the most and yet...
They continue to beat...
Sometimes slower like mine,
I feel the force of time
Slowing
Stuttering at points
And even SHATTERING.
we A world too arid... too destructive and self imploding
breathe To allow any such existence..... A Hero...
sin We slaughtered the ones we had.
and Jesus beaten and nailed to a post...
saviors Burnt at the stake... I suppose.
Because we are scared.
Petrified and screaming from a man
That had mastered redemption
we corrupted the only hint of peace we imagined.
we are the masters of nothing.
Now as he floats in space with the stars we murdered to save our "souls"
We bleed empty bones and blame everyone else for our guns to our head,
Shaking... will you smile when you die....
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
Strange the way things are so easily broken.
Even stranger is how delicate they are when built.
Like hands, small... soft and gentle on a baby
But so easily destroyed by another.
Hearts... not an element of strength about them,
But they suffer the most and yet...
They continue to beat...
Sometimes slower like mine,
I feel the force of time
Slowing
Stuttering at points
And even SHATTERING.
we A world too arid... too destructive and self imploding
breathe To allow any such existence..... A Hero...
sin We slaughtered the ones we had.
and Jesus beaten and nailed to a post...
saviors Burnt at the stake... I suppose.
Because we are scared.
Petrified and screaming from a man
That had mastered redemption
we corrupted the only hint of peace we imagined.
we are the masters of nothing.
Now as he floats in space with the stars we murdered to save our "souls"
We bleed empty bones and blame everyone else for our guns to our head,
Shaking... will you smile when you die....
edited and re uploaded to cry upon
