heretic

icy colors
pass me slowly
racing through
shooting stars they rip right through
could it be they actually mean nothing at all
theyre just light from burned out gas
its just a loud cloud
and it makes no sound
the moon will rise by the hand of God
and we will drown

crystal vision
television
crucifixion
circumcision
heretic

i must not be what the world wants me to be
i must try to see who im meant to be
i am not
i am just a man i am not my own god



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Friedlander
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