Oh how terrible is she,
who strums eternity's strings.
Painful and stuck she gazes up with eyes like immortality.
She goes by many names,
God, Fate, Luck.
but she is a stranger to any who call her such.
Burdened with wisdom,
she weaves chorus and verse.
A lullaby.
Sung to the unborn universe swimming in her gut.
Understanding every life is just a war that hasn’t been fought yet.
And every death,
is peace.
Oh how terrible is she,
who strums eternity's strings.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
Oh how terrible is she,
who strums eternity's strings.
Painful and stuck she gazes up with eyes like immortality.
She goes by many names,
God, Fate, Luck.
but she is a stranger to any who call her such.
Burdened with wisdom,
she weaves chorus and verse.
A lullaby.
Sung to the unborn universe swimming in her gut.
Understanding every life is just a war that hasn’t been fought yet.
And every death,
is peace.
Oh how terrible is she,
who strums eternity's strings.
