There's no point in telling a story
In a world that's destined to burn
For what good will it truly do?
...what lessons will we learn?
Take up your pen
Find the fiction you must fake
The world you've made
The life you'll take
With speed of god
Through believer's breath
Glide your pen across the page
And bring about it's death
With the final act in spin
The beginning far from sight
These worlds will surely burn
By The Writer's omnipotent might
The end sees complete
And our scribe sets to leave
But OUR story isn't over
We'll make it, if you believe.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
There's no point in telling a story
In a world that's destined to burn
For what good will it truly do?
...what lessons will we learn?
Take up your pen
Find the fiction you must fake
The world you've made
The life you'll take
With speed of god
Through believer's breath
Glide your pen across the page
And bring about it's death
With the final act in spin
The beginning far from sight
These worlds will surely burn
By The Writer's omnipotent might
The end sees complete
And our scribe sets to leave
But OUR story isn't over
We'll make it, if you believe.
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