There rests a hole within our soul,
And some will scream "we've lost control!"
The void will consume the glutton whole,
For every vice, there's a greater foe.
The more we sieged against the wall,
The more it towered and left us small.
Yet behold all the walls we've broke,
And leaving dusty ruins in our wake.
On our knees and skyward we implore,
"Return us to past glory and lore!"
The answer seekers find no reply,
Conservative natures are bound to die.
May we gladly heed our own decree,
And free our spirits to the sky to flee.
Under the hammer, our chains demise,
From the rubble, angelic hymns arise.
Ode of lilac melodies was begun,
Dancing among the moon, stars, and sun.
Seek out wherever your joys may be,
We are masters of our fate said he.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:07 AM UTC
There rests a hole within our soul,
And some will scream "we've lost control!"
The void will consume the glutton whole,
For every vice, there's a greater foe.
The more we sieged against the wall,
The more it towered and left us small.
Yet behold all the walls we've broke,
And leaving dusty ruins in our wake.
On our knees and skyward we implore,
"Return us to past glory and lore!"
The answer seekers find no reply,
Conservative natures are bound to die.
May we gladly heed our own decree,
And free our spirits to the sky to flee.
Under the hammer, our chains demise,
From the rubble, angelic hymns arise.
Ode of lilac melodies was begun,
Dancing among the moon, stars, and sun.
Seek out wherever your joys may be,
We are masters of our fate said he.
The dichotomous resonance is delicious.