we will spend our lives
claiming we are still young.
we will spend the entire night
asking God if his ears are broken
or if hes upset because we lied.
I keep falling in love
with the sound of ancient hymns
"Christ, by highest heav'n adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail th'incarnate Deity!..."
I keep longing for the muse
of such beautifully put words
I
fall back
fall down
fall short
fall.
yet something so holy
loved me enough.
i kept lookin in
this girls eyes
her pupils were the color
of hurt
her iris was the shape
of a void
Don't you want a sense of release?
and i kept screaming back
with my own eyes
he loves you
he loves you
he died
he died
freedom is
not a concept that exist to just taunt you.
freedom is
more persistent than those santas during the holidays.
hark
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