Rev 16:8 Agenda
Lord of you and all
A million miles away
I'm the keeper of waste
To the drought of your past
Here lies the dust of you before
From the ashes of your stand
An illusion of souls now scarred
A place for all to find
Fumes of tellus tomb
Guide my path
Shivering is the presence
Of the smell of eternal grace
My black trophy fields
Home of no spoken words
Here calm and stillness besets
In the resting place for every last ape
A beautiful remembrance
To the cursed given gift
And the grandest of tributes
To life's insignificance
Lord of you and all
A million miles away
I'm the keeper of waste
To the drought of your past
This slop leads there
To what you once were
Sealed to silence now
This is the sight for gods
