Tales from Freedom Lost :: Mortal Thoughts

The sun sets down on her crazy country
As we watch in despair.
Stench of death lurking through the air,
Sour soil and toxicated water.
A rapist hides in the station.

Oxygen thieves run the streets
And dominate this village,
Their thoughts stretch to no where
Acquiring no dreams, only to live.
-Wished they'd disappear.

A savaged beast can only lie,
No matter for how much wisdom.
Promises without virtue.
The true king is dead!

Storybooks carry myths and theories,
To keep order.
God is dead
And the hope of Jesus is dying.
Welcome to the new century.

How dark it seems,
But technology brings us light,
I must be evil to write.
This is one of my curses,
A witch brought upon me
But it is fine.
The day will arrive
And we'll carry on
Or move to a new town!