So you took my cross and held it for hours
Turning the Golgotha into me personal
Holding of solitude, the hill is all mine
The hill covered in human excrement
Blood, puss, and a little bit of shit
Thats what It is, my personal holding
All to myself we sit and wonder
Who will save me from my own personal hell?
Dead hill crosses and corpses
We made this for ourselves long ago
It was to live in a peace of heaven
But with out human nature it became hell
Hell all my own, hanging from dogwood lumber
Nails in my hands and feet
I feel nothing from this though
Cry again with me dear
In my own personal hell
Personal hell made for me
I set up to live alone for good
Hanging for my cross
Author notes
This is a thing i thing the thing in your thing thing my thingady thing
O.O Read it, and I will love you, kinda, almost, not really
Comments
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lol..I was giggling at your notes. Well I loved this Cast. It was dark and, well it just had so many elements that I loved.
So glad you are back.
Despair
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