Nov 2014
Ashes.
The wind blows them to needed places
Embracing broken children's faces.
We ascended.
We were defended.
Light hearted the ceiling transcended
Repairing the reality...
Long offended.....
Grey my soul as I rest on this fence
Holy water burns as I began my rince
Of horrible days....
They hung the prince ....
Ages ago bells rang
Ever silent since.
Burn the witch....
Flip the switch.....
Light off in a flooded ditch
Red as blood to embrace a lynch.
Death is a nervous snitch..
Flip the switch...
Burn the witch.... *
Carpe Diem
The wind blows them to needed places
Embracing broken children's faces.
We ascended.
We were defended.
Light hearted the ceiling transcended
Repairing the reality...
Long offended.....
Grey my soul as I rest on this fence
Holy water burns as I began my rince
Of horrible days....
They hung the prince ....
Ages ago bells rang
Ever silent since.
Burn the witch....
Flip the switch.....
Light off in a flooded ditch
Red as blood to embrace a lynch.
Death is a nervous snitch..
Flip the switch...
Burn the witch.... *
Carpe Diem
