I walk quietly into my own damnation
Not fire and brimstone with demons afoot
But the dankest pit fit for a suit of despair
Brisling with a whistling rage
Boiling discontent
With our slow movement
Our lack of improvement
Your grand amusement
Drunken stupidity
What a pity to see
That humanity
Brings out the sorrow in me
Perhaps tomorrow will be
Better
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
I walk quietly into my own damnation
Not fire and brimstone with demons afoot
But the dankest pit fit for a suit of despair
Brisling with a whistling rage
Boiling discontent
With our slow movement
Our lack of improvement
Your grand amusement
Drunken stupidity
What a pity to see
That humanity
Brings out the sorrow in me
Perhaps tomorrow will be
Better
