Oct 2016
I try to embrace myself
Holding onto the remnant of me.
What has religion borne
That time did not question.
Only perhaps
That there is a hell
And it is here tight now.
And we are its demon's.
Holding onto the remnant of me.
What has religion borne
That time did not question.
Only perhaps
That there is a hell
And it is here tight now.
And we are its demon's.
