Songs of Burning - Chain-Blind

God’s chosen, the gods’ chosen

There’s no difference

Gods are cruel, and men are cruel

We hurt in silence

———

Rip me away from the snow-full mountains

Rip me away from the valley

Rip my away from the arctic fox dens

Chain me inside of the city

———

You hope for, and you pray for

Blood-soaked vengeance

What you’re wishing, what you’re believing

It has no substance

———

Rip me away from the snow-full mountains

Rip me away from the valley

Rip my away from the arctic fox dens

Chain me inside of the city

———

Every bound, every dying

Has importance

Every learning, and every growing

Our soul’s transcendence

———

Rip me away from the snow-full mountains

Rip me away from the valley

Rip my away from the arctic fox dens

Chain me inside of the city

———

Your story, a loud story

Rose-tinted lens

It’s worse than death, you think you want it

Blind to what happens

———

Rip me away from the snow-full mountains

Rip me away from the valley

Rip my away from the arctic fox dens

Chain me inside of the city

———

You don’t see, you don’t see me

Disappearance

I hoped you’d heal that deep injury

That’s in your essence

———

Rip me away from the snow-full mountains

Rip me away from the valley

Rip my away from the arctic fox dens

Chain me inside of the city

———

Golden child, lion boy, tell me what it’s like to conquer

Fearless child, broken boy, tell me what it’s like to burn277Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqijiuxv5qW
277Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBWretepBE5

277Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvO19YkUavz

If you like this piece check out my Mastodon my account is [email protected] and I post about human rights, social justice, and the environment.

ns216.73.216.40da2

Reading Theme:

Font Size:

Line Spacing:

Paragraph Spacing:

Load the next issue automatically