Johnnie Ryde
Switchfoot's, I dare you to move ?
Shunned by societies carved these
Centuries a belief offering oppressions
Plundered through fables of fairyless
Tales in tears as molten gold melded...
An idol to fulfill their heart's a god
Or goddess that they could call their
Very own and irony waiting within
The wings of trial this metal bowing
Unto statues serving merciless altars
Whileas truth continued its wayward
Trek atop the paths towards colder
Binding hopes these dreams left bound
Amid twisted chains to bury love's light...
Judgment bleeding; ignorance arrogance
Hate death life flesh spirit, hells deceit ¿
You me cauldrons revelations fiery scenes.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
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