We are the burners of the future in our hands. Singers for the condemned; the eternal believers at the bitter end. So prey for salvation or a miracle my friend, Because hope is needed now, more than ever, I guess.
We are drowning in lies as the fires rise And your lie after lie leaves our lives on the line. We are doomed to die alone with no-one at our side. We accept this as given; so purify.
Your sins are forgiven, but never forgotten; We are the children of Eden; the tears of God. We love our lies; we are completely smitten. We thought we ruled our planet, but now we are lost.
Our generation believed we were somehow different, But our past has taught us how wrong we are. We trust in our souls; we are completely committed. Our fate has been sealed now we’ve gone too far.
You disappeared like the end of a rainbow; No gold at the end, for the fallen children. We need to know it all, but what do we really know? We walked alongside God, but now we are The Fallen.
Years I spent playing handyman Fixing the cracks and the rotted wood Of a relationship that had already been condemned Watching from the sidelines as they threw stones in the house they built together out of glass And I dutifully glued each shard together Until my fingers started to bleed And I realized I had no glue to put myself back together
and they’d just tear the house down again anyway | h.t.
I write and I write, I love and I love. It all just seems to go to waste. My love is worth nothing - I’ve yet to hear the words, a gesture or something. My love must have a foul taste.
Nobody sticks around long enough and the lonely breaks me down but I’m tough - very tough but certainly not good enough. I write and write and hope that perhaps one day, things will go my way, and she will love me the same way.
I am a human who deserves to be loved, and I am also a human who has not lived through such. I yearn for love but also my own end because I must surely be condemned.
Imbibing the poisoned chalice of gold Or claiming the damnation from your lips All hell is forgettable in your killing embrace Oh the heinous act of adoration for a condemned soul I dread thy affection fearing with fear Sinning more than the sin itself
He keeps me warm and sets me on fire Everything I never expected yet desire Condemned a cheater, a fool and a liar Only to give me wings and take me higher He loves me well, let me never tire A lover, a poet and the highest of flyers
These wicked ones, disguised in color green. Commit atrocities horrible , unheard, unseen. Use symbols of noble cause to serve their ulterior ends. Tarnish the image of religion difficult to mend. They **** innocent souls with bombs and guns. Youths must stay away from these wicked ones. We condemn your evil acts , your number is few. Islam is religion of peace, community disowns you.