It's come to the furies
no trial, no juries
judgement for sin and for crime
nails upon crosses, no matter the losses
a nickel, a quarter
a dime
Guilt from the doves
no caring, no love
for what brings a warrior low
pray that the end, and quietly send
too someplace like heaven
we go
The pauper is owed
for harrowed the road
that's led a dark soul too adieu
dark is the night, unable to right
did we do all the things
we could
do?
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:22 PM UTC
It's come to the furies
no trial, no juries
judgement for sin and for crime
nails upon crosses, no matter the losses
a nickel, a quarter
a dime
Guilt from the doves
no caring, no love
for what brings a warrior low
pray that the end, and quietly send
too someplace like heaven
we go
The pauper is owed
for harrowed the road
that's led a dark soul too adieu
dark is the night, unable to right
did we do all the things
we could
do?
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