Oppressing light on blackened sky
Finish up your prayers it's time to die
We all fall under the black sun
Once our works are done
Take a walk across the ashy land
Bright bleached skeletons baring a dark brand
In this world we're hiding in the shadows
For how long we're here only God knows
And all that is good is obscured from sight
Thus we must bathe in this cold dead light
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Songs of Saints and Sinners
PoetryAn attempt to understand the divine and faith through my eyes. A collection of poems inspired by Blake, Milton and Nick Cave. From Christ to Krishna and everything in between. Basically attempts to convey some of my ideas and feelings about certain...
