Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable Like a foul beast clinging to the end I can barely subdue its subterfuge But here I am, I’m standing here of sound and mind Waiting for the time that answers my own questions Can it race with the fires of Orc? Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it? The weather is awful, filled with sounds Penetrating a document not written It pains me to fight through the night Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow. Lester drives but Motional lasts forever Still driving Still crying And slowly dying as time waves on Like oceans that can’t be seen. Nobody cares and everyone listens Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception Can its will be pierced? Can freedom stay free? Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around Seeks liberty?