Now I know,
There's something wrong.
-The System-
Seems to me cold
Out here in the alone
So far from Heaven,
Who will hear my prayers?
It has been said that in the Holy place
Even the rats call His name.
They know there are things that we must *all* find
On our own.
Who am I?
Who is God?
Why am I here?
Never let me down.
Never let me down.
My chant.
My words to Him.
That throne so high
It froze the warmth
From His heart.
They don't care about you.
They only care you do what they do.
Monkey truths.
The system is killing.
Never let me down.
Never let me down.
I have a good ear for –wings-.
The Angels stay away from me.
Even on Death's bed I'll hear them.
I hate their light.
They know it's not His forgiveness
I need.
It's my own.
Never let me down.
Never let me down.
This -System- is wrong.
Our religion is sick.
I know.
If my soul ends up in the pit of Hell
Then let my epitaph be:
Even there, the heart of the poet beats.
And it will...
-posted by Nobius 11:15 PM 