No Redemption
I wander the hills
Where the wild winds blow
And curse the gods for their tyranny
For is their ire fair or just
For the lies I told
Or the names I cursed
Now my feet are sinking in the mire
My head is screaming
And my heart is on fire
The whole world stops and stares
And whispers gently
There's no redemption here
Copyright © Paul Martin | Year Posted 2014
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