12-03-2017, 03:44 AM
Our sun crusts our waning moon.
It’s our vision, prophetic doom
we pray to be enlightenment
that shines for our purpose.
Trapped in our pretentious dreams,
our prayers become our cackling screams
as inflammation bursts and casts
our waning moon to dust.
It burns for no one purpose.
It’s our vision, prophetic doom
we pray to be enlightenment
that shines for our purpose.
Trapped in our pretentious dreams,
our prayers become our cackling screams
as inflammation bursts and casts
our waning moon to dust.
It burns for no one purpose.