You’re not set to have an easy road, you aren’t graced with luck and leisure, you will toil and labor for the things that you need
You will not get help, you aren’t deemed by the mass to be given the grace of the lord, this is the fate of this avenue
You won’t deserve it, but the cosmos has alligned against your favor, you will tend fields of rotted corn and unfertile abyss
You weren’t a lucky one, the world held a gun to you the minute you gave a pulse, unwanted in this darkness it became your craddle
You will ask for help, but will not receive it, for you are the shadow among the other shadows
This is a reality hard to mend, for the ones born to leisure never look under the stones they sit on
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
You’re not set to have an easy road, you aren’t graced with luck and leisure, you will toil and labor for the things that you need
You will not get help, you aren’t deemed by the mass to be given the grace of the lord, this is the fate of this avenue
You won’t deserve it, but the cosmos has alligned against your favor, you will tend fields of rotted corn and unfertile abyss
You weren’t a lucky one, the world held a gun to you the minute you gave a pulse, unwanted in this darkness it became your craddle
You will ask for help, but will not receive it, for you are the shadow among the other shadows
This is a reality hard to mend, for the ones born to leisure never look under the stones they sit on
