#180(2) Warship "The Gods"
It sails like an eagle, without freedomly limit
Onto the graves in oceans, atop fairly ravished pits
Without rails to lead it, without roads to trail
The warship, the Gods, set sail
It sails like an eagle, without freedomly limit
Onto the graves in oceans, atop fairly ravished pits
Without rails to lead it, without roads to trail
The warship, the Gods, set sail
I feel cobblestone, cold as the fire burning in my shoe
The fire burning higher and I can't seem to resume
The same pace of walk or the same ways of talk
Refrain from all sane phrases lain out to reason
The season is of sickness, yet our deceitful treason
Follows us with quickness, will not leave us in peace one
Second by ourselves, just enough to end this hell
And say farewell to this grim beautiful earth
I worship the gods
Since they live
And never die
I worship the gods
Since they give
Wishful pride
I worship the gods
As my time
Leaves me
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I worship the gods
Since they live
And never die
I worship the gods
Since they give
Wishful pride
I worship the gods
Since they stand
Were we lie
I worship the gods
For they formed
Humankind
I worship the gods
As my time
Subsides
I hope that my hope
Lasts as long as I might
Cope with my hope
Never give up the fight
Plain and inquite
Eloped in the night
But it's okay, after, yet
The knot is tight
My mind is set
You bet
You
On the steps of chi
Divine the prophecy
Respect those low
Those without one
Home under shining sun
A past of regret
I am but a life
One living my life
One giving my strife
Its all
I stand if I stand
On hand if I can
And if I can't stand
I fall
And if I fall I try
To reach for the sky
I try and I try
Some more
If I reach it I roar
With wisdom and store
And if not I just try
Some more
The cycle of some
A cycle of dumb
But a cycle for every
Soul
They cycle around
Streets up and down
Swinging with self
And control
Sometimes they fall from their bike
And become scarred for life
And abstract from the cycle
They form
A line of their own
With no natural home
With a destination they own
Unknown
They form a new storm
A future is born
A future that ends
Pretty soon
In our cycle we still cycle
High on our bicycle
Surprising the sun
And moon