Post by moseley on Nov 20, 2011 21:08:54 GMT -6
Just as we feel we are the lost fallen angel
we run our hands through hair pricked by our horns
when we are at the peak of being right
it is painfully obvious and silent to us our wrong
So often when we are with someone we like greatly
one of us is not even there save for body and breath
When we feel there is something solid and steady
we witness the senseless murder of a child
and never ponder the innocence of a wolf
eating a weaker fawn
Sometimes we find Darwin a misguided movment
and sometimes have to swallow just how right that fucker was...
we run our hands through hair pricked by our horns
when we are at the peak of being right
it is painfully obvious and silent to us our wrong
So often when we are with someone we like greatly
one of us is not even there save for body and breath
When we feel there is something solid and steady
we witness the senseless murder of a child
and never ponder the innocence of a wolf
eating a weaker fawn
Sometimes we find Darwin a misguided movment
and sometimes have to swallow just how right that fucker was...
