Sins
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

Don't you see
Don't you realize
Nothings worth
This sacrfice

So just flee
And relive life
As yet another
Wonderer

You wonder bird
You wonder why
A strange cloud coats
The open sky

But quit your wonderin
Or be struck down
Down to the darkness
Aflown to the ground

You see there are demons
Believe it, it's true
They live on this earth
Just like me and you!

You can hear them screaming
In the calm of a typhoon
Metaphors in your nightmares
The devils resume

Their work
Since we mortals delivered