Show me what it means to be chosen,
I'll show you what it means to be broken,
In a great chasm in the cobalt blue sky,
Acid rain fell, and the world began to die.
I have no promises to keep,
I have no places left to tread,
Echoes screaming from my head,
Can't you see the world is now dead.
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This Lost Heathen
PoetryA poem in the form of a concept album based around an atheist named Christian In a devoutly religious town.
