We wre so unlike gods upon virgins wall. caught in the consument of pain. like slaves ona' chain of time. walkin a road that only has one death. one knelt. and only one was killed. All was given and so we left. Blind and dumb, Just trying to comprehend. But the lesson was burned in a fire by those thought to teach us. Of all they never really knew. And in poison circles we shall gather down heaven's lost soul and call down upon the beggers and leapers that were abandon'd in the lord's well. Is it here? What? Is this hell I've come to walk, or some other stone to throw? When a vision takes grip and tears apart what all along was meant to be, leaving us to question in what we're supposed to believe. And the priest came to us, asking, "Why must they write FUCK upon the subway walls?" It's the only escape left to mind. Wanna walk off the roof? You think you're gonna fly? Well, I told the man with the silver grey hair in his hand's like rain water caught in the shards of broken glass, "We can cringe here on the ledge, breathing in death, or we can take the blind faith." "Is life on the other side?" "If it's not, then why are we all still here? And why do roses weep the only beautiful tears?" So you stand above my death, the sharring of the blade seeking foolish reason for comfort, that I don't need. Logic is you're only tool. A tool in which you hide, while your laws force my questions into the darkest cell. Don't you know, conformity is a part of hell. But one day all will awaken, fore in the mind, NONE CAN HIDE.
Reason for writing:
For JIM MORRISON. Do anything, Do everything.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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