Dead to Daedalus,
Like his son in the sun.
Oh, what am I become
To the benevolent gun.
My fate maker
Catering to all,
Great debater
Ignorant to the fall.
I need some space
For the eternal cycle
Of repentance
And redemption,
To just cut the cord
When the sun sinks,
It’s all I can afford
With the speed of time,
I’ll be free one day
From the merciless crime.
I can’t let it be,
Have you tried escaping dark,
It chases forever.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
Dead to Daedalus,
Like his son in the sun.
Oh, what am I become
To the benevolent gun.
My fate maker
Catering to all,
Great debater
Ignorant to the fall.
I need some space
For the eternal cycle
Of repentance
And redemption,
To just cut the cord
When the sun sinks,
It’s all I can afford
With the speed of time,
I’ll be free one day
From the merciless crime.
I can’t let it be,
Have you tried escaping dark,
It chases forever.
Merriam-Webster word of the day - benevolent
