Watered, Shaped, Broken, ReshapedLife is a clay in the hands of timePlayed until it is burnt and deadCaught within a regretful rhyme.Marks on the skin..
I hold the eyes that behold the beautyIt tells the tales of God's existenceAn immaculate art, unerring creativityOnly blunder be in the missing timele..
From vein it runs to my heartGrief pumps it to every partCome near as my senses departHopeful me with questions to impart.If I open my eyesWould it en..
God is dead, he is deadIn their voices, hear the religion fadeTime, it changes and rearrangesRevolves around the cycle of four agesAtheism and materia..
Endowed from the sky to cripple humanityCursed for the fire of promethean deceptionEyelids of sanity shut by obsessive curiosityRestraint surrendered ..
Hidden behind a mask with eternal smileEvery emotions unfold in a single shapeEven the agony, misery, despair and vileLet all escape with a fall of th..