*Ashes. *
The wind blows them to needed places
Embracing broken children's faces.
We ascended.
We were defended.
Light hearted the ceiling transcended
Repairing the reality...
Long offended.....
Grey my soul as I rest on this fence
Holy water burns as I began my rince
Of horrible days....
They hung the prince ....
Ages ago bells rang
Ever silent since.
Burn the witch....
Flip the switch.....
Light off in a flooded ditch
Red as blood to embrace a lynch.
Death is a nervous snitch..
Flip the switch...
**Burn the witch.... **
Carpe Diem
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
*Ashes. *
The wind blows them to needed places
Embracing broken children's faces.
We ascended.
We were defended.
Light hearted the ceiling transcended
Repairing the reality...
Long offended.....
Grey my soul as I rest on this fence
Holy water burns as I began my rince
Of horrible days....
They hung the prince ....
Ages ago bells rang
Ever silent since.
Burn the witch....
Flip the switch.....
Light off in a flooded ditch
Red as blood to embrace a lynch.
Death is a nervous snitch..
Flip the switch...
**Burn the witch.... **
Carpe Diem
