Why must the truth cut so easily between skin and the core of me? Why do we live so pretentiously in our own skin, were all hiding. And this all for the greater good? We built the bridge from Earth to Hell. Even though grace could really save us all, we just cant seem to get over ourselves. All the things we think we need, all the things we need have taken his place. God forbid that we step on someones toes, And God descend, exchange for flesh, these hearts of stone. A living, breathing generation of the walking dead, Believing nothing is wrong but everything always is.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 10:51:16 +0000
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