The signs of the fathers
haunt your way.
They tell you beware
being like us
fallen to decay.
The sirens of the fathers
deafen your soul
urging you to care
about the realm true
they once befouled.
The sins of the fathers
the back of the sons they bend
who strive upwards and lower they go
as only Eternal Hand
can eternal brokenness mend.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
The signs of the fathers
haunt your way.
They tell you beware
being like us
fallen to decay.
The sirens of the fathers
deafen your soul
urging you to care
about the realm true
they once befouled.
The sins of the fathers
the back of the sons they bend
who strive upwards and lower they go
as only Eternal Hand
can eternal brokenness mend.
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