I saw a God crying,
With tears turning into silver.
Curious, I started asking:
"Why does a God quiver?"
He looked at me with strange eyes.
Inside those depths are dancing dyes.
I could see a fatal sign
That this God is intoxicating; so divine.
I cannot make this God mine.
Someone so broken, needs the blessings of time.
But let me show you a crime.
Let me embrace you, hoping it will be just fine.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
I saw a God crying,
With tears turning into silver.
Curious, I started asking:
"Why does a God quiver?"
He looked at me with strange eyes.
Inside those depths are dancing dyes.
I could see a fatal sign
That this God is intoxicating; so divine.
I cannot make this God mine.
Someone so broken, needs the blessings of time.
But let me show you a crime.
Let me embrace you, hoping it will be just fine.
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