Made by man and built with sand
And found upon the rocks
Nothing to do but talk to you till
I’ve over come the block
Found nothing of value atop the rock
But a connection forged in hell.
The steel door slams as I took the hand
Of a man with no soul left sell
The burning gaze of judgments eyes
Stop me where I stand
I found my self down at the foot
Of many an awesome man
The world in pain in nothing found
In life and both in death
Cutting my self on orchids
And on babies breathe.
Roses and the metical man
Found me in the dust
Lifeless still with broken will
I found my healing crutch.
Hypocrisy and final pleas
Are berried in the sand
But with out that swing cross
I can be no holy man.
Author notes
I wrote this with Nirvana song playing.
A contest entry
- Speak or Forever Hold Your Peace (prewrite now allow) by Musicqueen1012.
500 points, ended April 22, 2007, 12 entries
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