The windows to the soul were shut
Coals were burned in hearts of men
Sometime we pray to God
Sometime we curse God
Sometime we forget God
Sometime we become God
Our false beliefs of becoming the start dust lord
Pride like an octopus tentacle
Gets us down every time
Life has become like a poem with that same end rhyme
Now and then we lose to ourselves
Not "now and then" but every time
I wanted to climb the ladder of life
But that snake bites me by the time I reach ninety-nine
But you know you
Smile
whatever may happen
Surely gonna win sometime :)
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
The windows to the soul were shut
Coals were burned in hearts of men
Sometime we pray to God
Sometime we curse God
Sometime we forget God
Sometime we become God
Our false beliefs of becoming the start dust lord
Pride like an octopus tentacle
Gets us down every time
Life has become like a poem with that same end rhyme
Now and then we lose to ourselves
Not "now and then" but every time
I wanted to climb the ladder of life
But that snake bites me by the time I reach ninety-nine
But you know you
Smile
whatever may happen
Surely gonna win sometime :)
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