their hearts beat in unison
veins filled with compassion,
cursing an unrelenting defeat
in unison their hearts beat.
they utter screams in confusion
banishing the fog with rays of sun
while life slows like clotted cream,
in confusion they utter screams.
their sins quench like bourbon
as they look upon the heathen
quoting romance in old French,
like bourbon their sins quench.
23 hours ago