Post by Atheist Saint on May 20, 2006 19:12:06 GMT -5
Major mistakes, crushing time
The sweet scent of suicide
Green forest, my heaven
Burned by my breath, crimson
Swimming through endless fog
Putting in millions of wasted hours
Pelted by piercing pebbles
With no choice but to sit and cower
The God's are a mountebank
Treating the bastard children mordantly
The endless slander and degradation
Treating thee like an object of masterbation
And with countless wounds like these
Puss-filled and gushing with disease
I face this world with a slight grin
And let that sweet scent back in
The sweet scent of suicide
Green forest, my heaven
Burned by my breath, crimson
Swimming through endless fog
Putting in millions of wasted hours
Pelted by piercing pebbles
With no choice but to sit and cower
The God's are a mountebank
Treating the bastard children mordantly
The endless slander and degradation
Treating thee like an object of masterbation
And with countless wounds like these
Puss-filled and gushing with disease
I face this world with a slight grin
And let that sweet scent back in