The (un)holy

The light spreads over the barren landscape

Wakes the delicate people from their depth

Warming the cold soil and cold hearts

The slaves work for their lives

Heed not what they missed



Yet another day, month, year has passed

They are still waiting for the life to arrive

Longing for the perfect life

Noone turns around to look back

The holy future awaits

View blasphemousgrrl's Full Portfolio
tags: