You do not know heaven yet.
The jungles of the ****** only belong in your ocean of selfishness.
Battered to naivety, it is a lonely you,
with an even lonelier sea.
Where has your sight gone?
I see you look for the branches of must.
Where will you sail?
Past the holiest of grails?
Where will you must?
Lonely forever knows it's own trail of treacherous damnation.
And yet,
heaven beholds in the gentle help of a ravished beast.
The mercy in the eyes of a vulnerable criminal,
the tears down the cheek of a disabled limb,
and the whim of the hollow man.
Tell me, Where will you find heaven?
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
You do not know heaven yet.
The jungles of the ****** only belong in your ocean of selfishness.
Battered to naivety, it is a lonely you,
with an even lonelier sea.
Where has your sight gone?
I see you look for the branches of must.
Where will you sail?
Past the holiest of grails?
Where will you must?
Lonely forever knows it's own trail of treacherous damnation.
And yet,
heaven beholds in the gentle help of a ravished beast.
The mercy in the eyes of a vulnerable criminal,
the tears down the cheek of a disabled limb,
and the whim of the hollow man.
Tell me, Where will you find heaven?
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