Tiercel
Well-known member
I've never really liked the title, but here's one I recently dug up....
Men play God with bombs and guns;
Women play God by aborting their sons.
The children all burn the little bugs.
Fear not. We still have hope.
Stories say the future is bright,
That life and love turn out alright.
To see the dawn, survive the night.
Like God, I knot the rope.
The angels watching over me
Are maimed. They cannot fly or see
The past is where I'll always be.
Alone, I start to choke.
Senses reel! A dagger's slice
Drops me from the precipice
Why can I not go through with this?
Perhaps I still have hope.
But men play god with bombs and guns....
Men play God with bombs and guns;
Women play God by aborting their sons.
The children all burn the little bugs.
Fear not. We still have hope.
Stories say the future is bright,
That life and love turn out alright.
To see the dawn, survive the night.
Like God, I knot the rope.
The angels watching over me
Are maimed. They cannot fly or see
The past is where I'll always be.
Alone, I start to choke.
Senses reel! A dagger's slice
Drops me from the precipice
Why can I not go through with this?
Perhaps I still have hope.
But men play god with bombs and guns....