Monday, July 18, 2011

My problem with the whole God thing….

Category: Poetry/Lyrics

So we’re supposed to be connected right?
Foregone conclusions paying for sins we chose to committ,
Though we don’t choose our own fate?
Little rag dolls dancing on Gothic strings we are,
Just dangling…

If that’s the case, then we’re

  Billowing in an endless breeze

Waiting for something to jerk our chain and make us


Come to life and play the fool,
So we can dance for a few minutes,
Then be cast aside to die for a new better toy,
And wait inside lifeless dolls eyes to get jerked around again.

Posted by deminizer on 07/18 at 05:05 PM | Permalink
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