On bended knees we pray for war, a blade draws blood but often tarnishes Through blazing eyes I see new sunsets, sky now breaking different shades of red We pray for blades, ablazing locusts call for wars to wet the earth To cover the world in black and bracken, flaming stubble with church bell battles And then I lie in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 00:53:37 +0000