Gods of I
sábado, 17 de abril de 2010 by Ismael
Hearing the screams of people
I write my saving gospel
Preaching and praising life
In the silently noisy temple
No other fool such as I
Would even dare to try
To risk his beloved neck
To speak about the past times
Indeed, it’s just for a speck
Of wise lust and selfless pride
But monotony it shall crack
I walk on with my head held high
Through the valley of fear and doubt
Comforted by no other god than I
I write my saving gospel
Preaching and praising life
In the silently noisy temple
No other fool such as I
Would even dare to try
To risk his beloved neck
To speak about the past times
Indeed, it’s just for a speck
Of wise lust and selfless pride
But monotony it shall crack
I walk on with my head held high
Through the valley of fear and doubt
Comforted by no other god than I