Things of the West

The road west was no romance story One full of disdain of a previous shorter history Love extends further out of reach the closer I reach Because the system has had no faith. Just bleach Washed in excess and wasted on the streets Like an aborted child given by a foolish mother in heat These things Jesus did not teach I had to see for myself what darkness its begotten And with the dawn, had it forgotten Jehovah witness think the savior is the antichrist The rider given the large bow. Woe what this world has Gotten lost in Like kid's scattered in a Neverending maze Children blinded and in rage To what lies shed during the day The trying of man to form God in their wicked ways An insult and baggage to heavy for me to weigh So there I leave it with yesterday Sucked in the dust. Left rotting til the coming of Days Wings begin to grow. No more will they break bones Hark as the mocking Jay sings This tale and what it shall bring