I was drifting throught the dark
Letting it carry me through nooks and creeks
Of harmful acts and useless thoughts
Shame I used to brought
As dead Beam was better than I
Garbage I be and failure I used to reek
On Devil's string would smoke and drink
Disappointment is what it brings
Not til the last straw was draw
When a last spear of shame, struck my dearests
It is now I turn or will die in chains
Forged by evil, is Devil the blame?
I, a man; my consequences, my actions
And my choice to make, the one, the fittest
Choose to follow and believe the White God
Now Born anew, Testament of my lord
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Jo's Collection of Poems
PoesiaA collection of poems written by me, ranging from nostalgic themes to existential questions to fictional events, etc.
