Now I sit here, fully depleted.
God rest my heart
Until it is seated.
Finish mine effort
Save your rockets
This is the age of last resort
I sit under a dead moon.
I fathered 3 young children,
Never knew ‘em.
Time tested, now
I’m out.
Triumphs, bargaining.
Quiet turbines churn today.
What soul, this land?
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
Now I sit here, fully depleted.
God rest my heart
Until it is seated.
Finish mine effort
Save your rockets
This is the age of last resort
I sit under a dead moon.
I fathered 3 young children,
Never knew ‘em.
Time tested, now
I’m out.
Triumphs, bargaining.
Quiet turbines churn today.
What soul, this land?
