Given a way into the sky,
I don't think I'd fly.
Why should I?
My legs would be useless.
Given a place way out in space,
I'm not sure I'd take.
The change it would make
On my body.
Oh the changes.
Heaven is peace, Destruction is fate
And both are the same,
Up in that place.
Nothing out there is inherantly bad
Only down here
Can destruction be sad.
Life is so precious,
Covet it so,
Then multiply and smother
The planet we own.
Noone cares but us.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Given a way into the sky,
I don't think I'd fly.
Why should I?
My legs would be useless.
Given a place way out in space,
I'm not sure I'd take.
The change it would make
On my body.
Oh the changes.
Heaven is peace, Destruction is fate
And both are the same,
Up in that place.
Nothing out there is inherantly bad
Only down here
Can destruction be sad.
Life is so precious,
Covet it so,
Then multiply and smother
The planet we own.
Noone cares but us.
