Jul 2020
Not one person in this lonely world
Walks on some singular path alone
But every once in a horrible while
There are those that come up and push you along
Here is a toast
To those that boast
And say they wish you well
When all along
They sing some song
And march you straight to hell
May they rot and grow crazed
In their shallow graves
For what they did in life
And know that sin
Is what fills the graves in
Even if they don’t remember it right
Walks on some singular path alone
But every once in a horrible while
There are those that come up and push you along
Here is a toast
To those that boast
And say they wish you well
When all along
They sing some song
And march you straight to hell
May they rot and grow crazed
In their shallow graves
For what they did in life
And know that sin
Is what fills the graves in
Even if they don’t remember it right
7/12/2020, 11:59 PM
I dedicate this one to my mother: may you find peace in what’s left of your life. You took that from me when you chose a side, and I wouldn’t wish such a thing on my enemies.
I dedicate this one to my mother: may you find peace in what’s left of your life. You took that from me when you chose a side, and I wouldn’t wish such a thing on my enemies.
