Sons of perdition speak to me
Carefully weaving, so you dont seem extraneous
Are you awake now?
This feared god burns our bridges
It leaves us dismal
Oh so we skip a few lines
Oh so we dont even mind
Whats the point
Yes we're not the only one
And yes we deem it so
Whats the point
Distant creeds
Speak to me
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 4:01 AM UTC
Sons of perdition speak to me
Carefully weaving, so you dont seem extraneous
Are you awake now?
This feared god burns our bridges
It leaves us dismal
Oh so we skip a few lines
Oh so we dont even mind
Whats the point
Yes we're not the only one
And yes we deem it so
Whats the point
Distant creeds
Speak to me
This was more of a song I wrote than a poem, but what the hey!