If I were to tell you
All the stories
In my
Head,
Would you believe me
Even
If I
Said
That:
I see mortal war
Waging
In your
Plan,
I see me staring numbly
At the destruction
You are
Clad
In?
Fight me,
Fight me,
Tell another lie,
I’ll believe you
Once I die
And you close
Both my eyes.
Fight me,
Fight me,
Tell me again
That you are
Not
A foe,
But a friend.
Smite me,
Smite me,
Oh, God above.
Is my imagination
The same as your creation?
Spite me,
Spite me,
Oh, my dear friend.
Are you willing
To take me on
With your words
And not your hands?
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC
If I were to tell you
All the stories
In my
Head,
Would you believe me
Even
If I
Said
That:
I see mortal war
Waging
In your
Plan,
I see me staring numbly
At the destruction
You are
Clad
In?
Fight me,
Fight me,
Tell another lie,
I’ll believe you
Once I die
And you close
Both my eyes.
Fight me,
Fight me,
Tell me again
That you are
Not
A foe,
But a friend.
Smite me,
Smite me,
Oh, God above.
Is my imagination
The same as your creation?
Spite me,
Spite me,
Oh, my dear friend.
Are you willing
To take me on
With your words
And not your hands?
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