Water
by:
Hands
Forgive me for falling out, it's just not the way I see you. Take me to the
Water. Let there be light! To reveal everything we've become. Take me to
The water. I'm losing my faith at the hands of the dynasty. Take me to the
Water. I just want something real. From the shore, with the sea to my back.
I can see a wasteland of blasphemy. Spoiled fruit, reaped from crooked
Trees. God, are these your seeds? Are these your branches? I'm so disgusted
With all of this. I want to recover. Be still my brother. Be still so we