Something must be mislaid
Or things aren't this way before,
nothing is able to excite thy soul
nor can I anymore trust thy heart,
The way thy mind is growing up
The things thy consciousness meditate upon
Are but way far from everything real,
How do I deal now?
Thy sun ain't shining,
Thy sky is void,
I have seen people dying and
suffering and screaming
O poor God, why we while the fault is yours ?
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
Something must be mislaid
Or things aren't this way before,
nothing is able to excite thy soul
nor can I anymore trust thy heart,
The way thy mind is growing up
The things thy consciousness meditate upon
Are but way far from everything real,
How do I deal now?
Thy sun ain't shining,
Thy sky is void,
I have seen people dying and
suffering and screaming
O poor God, why we while the fault is yours ?
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