Vatican Miracle Of The Moon
Birthed into free fall
Miracle of the moon
My heels touch the surface walking in tune
Steps like a slither
Through a plain of broken teeth
What an ugly world
What an ugly world
Never was I meant to shine in light
Why does it have to be me?
I yearn for my skin to rip in the wind
And the clouds might snatch my throat
I walk this sunless realm alone
I never asked for the burden
To make this world a better place
Still I was chosen
Not for virtue
But only might
Miracle of the moon
Turned calamity of the earth
My kin embeddеd in the soil
I'm not the first
I am not the onе to free this earth from pain but I still remain
But I still remain
I would rather be
A vessel of its finality
Let it all return to nothing
Forfeit
Miracle of the moon
