To the mountain I go
pure white the tip doth glows
and at the top I survey the clouds
whist I sing to you loud and proud

I taste whiskey on your breath
as you kiss me ******* my lips
you stroke my hair
and tell me to believe in me

Why let an angel live with them
why let me share their burdens
why one so pure in the art of war
do you think that I will forgive them

Peter knows me so well
ask him if I should be here
the moon moves for me
and further away it goes

I know the future is not perfect
do you think I can make a change
for you have more faith in me
then I have in myself

Just like my predecessors
you want me to go the whole way
no matter the cost to my body
my soul will still be intact you say

So I will march on
on this thankless task
I hope this is the final calling
for I want it to be my last


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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