OFF IN THE DISTANCE
A FADED MEMORY STILL REMAINS
HIDDEN DEEP WITHIN THESE VEINS
FLOWS THE WICKED DROWNED IN SHAME
MAKING HER WAY THROUGH THE HOLY
AS IF THEY DIDN'T KNOW THIER OWN DEMONS
STARING THEM IN THE FACE
DISGUISED THEY STAND TALL BEHIND THE CROSS
RIGHTEOUS AS THEY BE... I SAY
GO ON CAST THE FIRST STONE
WHEN THE DUST SETTLES
PAY ATTENTION
YOU SEE ME?
I STAND TALL ALL ALONE
Yesenia Acevedo
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
OFF IN THE DISTANCE
A FADED MEMORY STILL REMAINS
HIDDEN DEEP WITHIN THESE VEINS
FLOWS THE WICKED DROWNED IN SHAME
MAKING HER WAY THROUGH THE HOLY
AS IF THEY DIDN'T KNOW THIER OWN DEMONS
STARING THEM IN THE FACE
DISGUISED THEY STAND TALL BEHIND THE CROSS
RIGHTEOUS AS THEY BE... I SAY
GO ON CAST THE FIRST STONE
WHEN THE DUST SETTLES
PAY ATTENTION
YOU SEE ME?
I STAND TALL ALL ALONE
Yesenia Acevedo
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