Myself,that I take pride in.
The warrior,the hunter,the poet
The pragmatist of fallen thoughts
Wherever I may turn
Wherever I may seek to hide
The place is the burden
The road is the Fire.
Absolution of all sins
Whether I have killed
Whether I have beatenWherever I may turn
Wherever I may seek to hide
The place is the burden
The road is the Fire.
Absolution of all sins
Whether I have killed
Whether I have hated another
I still deserve heaven
The others are still hell
The immigrant,the politician,the anarchist
Dansers in the circus of misery
Yet,here I stand,King.
At least I pronounced myself thus.
(Anti-depressants make you many things.)
My kind shall prevail
Untouched by mortal passion
Free
But no more than the moribund
I have chosen wise to ignore the beasts
They frighten me,they hurt me
I suffer because of them
God tells me I should suffer for them
I only suffer from life
Life may be the desease,not the cure
My whole life is but cold unwillingness
If only I were more of a dreamer
More of an infant at a park
A Yes-Man.
Not a yesterday man.A today man.
A tomorrow God.
