TIME BURNS

 

our faith placed on a tiny thread 

fate smiles as we play dead 

our hope’s but a docile luck 

undeserved hate as time struck 

a cursed blessing given as gift 

an emblem and insignia of grief 

time swells with pride on its wand 

its magic is never revealed to any man 

a cripple and epileptic mind 

 abundance of luck, you will never find 

we are nothing but a burden to nature 

a reality we refuse to nurture 

a subtle death jab below your ribs 

as you read slowly on your death bed the apostle creed 

believing your sins will surely be forgiven 

hell is homely, most souls don’t make heaven 

a curse on the head of a philanderer 

feeling accomplished as they scream on louder 

your days are numbered you fool 

the grim reaper is coming with his scythe as his tool 

a bullet calls his host home 

tell me why do we choose to die alone

time is not a blessing but a curse 

our existence is nothing but chaotic false 

@talk2leigh

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6:15am

2 Oct 2024