bricks for glass

Nov 20, 2005 00:59

erosion
Real pain over flows the senses
It’s a key to a lock of everlasting stone
Tears won’t wear it away
Life is so hard, nothing easy
From day to day
So many vices to keep death at bay
It doesn’t seem like the way for me
I’d rather sleep endlessly

fallen
Looking into mine eyes
You’ll see no temple
For he who is god
If I die and thrown in to
The lake of fire I welcome the pain
The sorrow
The agony that is to come
I deserve it
I do not want his graces
His pity or love
I have not felt it and now I deem it too late
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