All of us are
waiting to die
The sky falling
misty at our feet
We once believed
in the beauty
of the rainbow
to hold tomorrow
as a promise
yet our lives have
backfired
into pointed guns
into loaded fingers
Exit wounds deep into
past generations...
This too shall wane
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC
All of us are
waiting to die
The sky falling
misty at our feet
We once believed
in the beauty
of the rainbow
to hold tomorrow
as a promise
yet our lives have
backfired
into pointed guns
into loaded fingers
Exit wounds deep into
past generations...
This too shall wane
