There is a man in the stone
He is grainy and unable
To make out with the sky so moist
And uninviting.
There is a man on the bench
He is on his way to stone
He is a soldier and shoulders high metal rods
There is a man in the church
He is a cockel and a fraud
He loves father god
With all his excess.
There is a man in the road
He is searching for a soul
He finds God on the pavement
And in the curb, on the stone
There is a boy in the building
He is dazed and lazy
He dreams of death
And the bliss that will bring
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
There is a man in the stone
He is grainy and unable
To make out with the sky so moist
And uninviting.
There is a man on the bench
He is on his way to stone
He is a soldier and shoulders high metal rods
There is a man in the church
He is a cockel and a fraud
He loves father god
With all his excess.
There is a man in the road
He is searching for a soul
He finds God on the pavement
And in the curb, on the stone
There is a boy in the building
He is dazed and lazy
He dreams of death
And the bliss that will bring
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