Prayers On Mute

Some of us are built For harsh conditions Suffrage held Within a wicked vision Reprimanded as a man How can your father reprimand this hand Discipline disciples in a cycle that would not turn in sand Held in Carthage A piece of a Martian Some say I’m soon to be departing Pieces of gold in a bronze room Shining through chivalry and doom Sterile silvery praising a ring for the groom All prized possessions of doubt now loom Pushing the broom On a straw bed Don’t u love this coon You can be kind to the cruelest person And at the end of the day They’re still cruel and worsened This worlds got to end No sanctuary circles my morbid realms I’m away from peace And aware that it will never cease Only time can stop me now Wishes sealed over a candle in a darkened hall Head down I just might die on this wall In this race I’ll survive somehow Only time can stop me now I’m so scared Where are your prayers I was so scared Why weren’t you there I’m so scared should I have been spared