Wherein this rocky place disappears
And the cumulus cometh down
And the people art into madness
And their feet leaveth the ground.
Whilst the fish all swim away
And the priest's loseth their own faith
When the cup spilleth over
And hell erupt's in this place...
And whilst the prayer's art called out
For God to help them
When the selfish taketh lives
And the greedy so let them...
When the blue ball goes blackened
And the mush turns more dust
I shalt be watching it all with mine queen
As tis were an angelic bunch....
Watching from the ship
High over the moon
Clasping eachother immensely
For we've done this before, when this place lost it's fuel.
And when all fails here
And the asteroid's cometh down
Me and mine mi amour' shalt be connected
Afar in ourn comet covered mound...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Wherein this rocky place disappears
And the cumulus cometh down
And the people art into madness
And their feet leaveth the ground.
Whilst the fish all swim away
And the priest's loseth their own faith
When the cup spilleth over
And hell erupt's in this place...
And whilst the prayer's art called out
For God to help them
When the selfish taketh lives
And the greedy so let them...
When the blue ball goes blackened
And the mush turns more dust
I shalt be watching it all with mine queen
As tis were an angelic bunch....
Watching from the ship
High over the moon
Clasping eachother immensely
For we've done this before, when this place lost it's fuel.
And when all fails here
And the asteroid's cometh down
Me and mine mi amour' shalt be connected
Afar in ourn comet covered mound...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
