Sunday, March 11, 2018

there are no prophets to tell us stories



In the river of the damned
The howling of the darkness wind
The temptation of immorality
The curse of men and women

Through the ages of times
When prophets came to cry
Telling the people then
Do all the good stay away from the bad”

But the river flows today
It makes no difference on the surface
Unless going deep to face the truth
The river of the damned

The sins of our lives
We can't hide from preying eyes
Nothing is a secret
It is the curse of men and women

For we will know our fate
The day will come we will perish
The good or the bad or in between
There are no prophets to tell us stories


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