Allow me to ruminate
I'll digest the cud.
While we chew the fat.
In the darkened woods.
Of what we shouldn't at.
Of a thing so wrong.
That we now lay to rest.
With shovel in my hand.
And course i see as best.
So I light a simple lamp.
And quite be my sound.
The guilt is in my heart.
And blood upon my hand.
Do all that i see fit.
Nore wash away the stains.
Of ownership, desire,
And newfound growing pains.
With such a different world.
So different in the calm.
When you can be a god,
And make the world obey.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Allow me to ruminate
I'll digest the cud.
While we chew the fat.
In the darkened woods.
Of what we shouldn't at.
Of a thing so wrong.
That we now lay to rest.
With shovel in my hand.
And course i see as best.
So I light a simple lamp.
And quite be my sound.
The guilt is in my heart.
And blood upon my hand.
Do all that i see fit.
Nore wash away the stains.
Of ownership, desire,
And newfound growing pains.
With such a different world.
So different in the calm.
When you can be a god,
And make the world obey.