Sitting as the wave engulfs me,
unprepared and trembling.
This thought I have birthed,
creeps and slithers
its terrible fangs, gleam of death.
It is time.
Stalking youth, time is endangered.
Youth is too brief, its a vice.
Tempting faith.
Filed away in tabernacles.
Forgotten through consensus.
Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
Sitting as the wave engulfs me,
unprepared and trembling.
This thought I have birthed,
creeps and slithers
its terrible fangs, gleam of death.
It is time.
Stalking youth, time is endangered.
Youth is too brief, its a vice.
Tempting faith.
Filed away in tabernacles.
Forgotten through consensus.