Aug 23, 2005 09:36
So we enter through the ceiling
Down betwixt the broken men
Laughter goading absolution
She painted with the crimson life force upon the charred and screaming plains
The plausibility of existence without an atmosphere was handled abruptly when the
man who proclaimed godhood told her bed time stories while floating in the cosmos
Heaven has nothing on me babe
He could have created her every wish, desire, before she could even think of it herself
Alas that is all he said to quench her eternal thirst
Beggars do not happen to be choosers, so she drank deeply
He smiled and held her head