Orthodox

by Ares   Mar 6, 2008


Air,
keeps me awake,
through the fright,
i touch the night.

it opens up my mind again,
believes of hate and twisted things,
making me feel too orthodox.

fear,
keeps me insane,
a religion breaks,
to disturb my faith.

it makes me old and warped again,
believes of new and twisted lies,
making me feel so orthodox.

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  • 16 years ago

    by xXxUNOxXx

    Wow, that is REALLY good. No wait...You are REALLY good.

  • 16 years ago

    by xXxUNOxXx

    Wow, that is REALLY good. No wait...You are REALLY good.