A single snow falls from the sky.
It tells a tale of heaven
And happiness we once have lost
In greed and desperation.
Few flakes of snow drop from the sky.
They tell a tale of sorrow,
Of angels watching us with grief,
A world with no tomorrow.
Sheer endless snow comes from the sky.
It tells us tales of ravens,
They fly and view remains of God
Killed by His own creation.
A blizzard wraths upon this earth.
Carrying tales of hatred,
Burrying all that we have done
Cleansing this world we wasted.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
A single snow falls from the sky.
It tells a tale of heaven
And happiness we once have lost
In greed and desperation.
Few flakes of snow drop from the sky.
They tell a tale of sorrow,
Of angels watching us with grief,
A world with no tomorrow.
Sheer endless snow comes from the sky.
It tells us tales of ravens,
They fly and view remains of God
Killed by His own creation.
A blizzard wraths upon this earth.
Carrying tales of hatred,
Burrying all that we have done
Cleansing this world we wasted.
