Pilgrimage

The storm is worst when it is calm
Impending doom we cannot flee
We are corpses in the waiting
A breath away from the end

Impassive spurts, familiar pains
In furtive glances seeking glee
The smoke is drifting, it is fading
Piss-drunk marching to the end

Forlorn borrowed time
Wasted existence
Vying for the unknown
Invisible Afterlives

A trudging, languid
Pilgrimage
Over a long, jagged road
A journey towards
The end of all

With hearts uplifted
And knees to ground
I commit my soul to the sound
And when the sun sleeps tonight
So will we

The storm is best when it is pain
Impending doom fills me with glee
We are corpses slowly fading
In the end we slip away



Credits
Writer(s): Adolfo Vinicio Barrantes, Allen Obando Pinkay, Dennis Castro Adams, Jose Alberto Ramirez
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