Still Running
I'm still running from the spell God cast now
Why can't I be free from all this evil?
Poison swell up my optic, medieval
Elixirs mend emotions for a stay
A night high is better than a nightmare
The truth is I'm afraid to be holy
Loneliness destroys a good time for sure
Avoiding faces and crying rivers
Death always on time, Henny on liver
I'm still running from lovers pain; we pour
Immeasurable amount of gospel
Rain down on thy soul of a king today
Please save him from his mistakes tomorrow
Fleeing darkness will have your wings on fire
Copyright © Malcolm Brooks | Year Posted 2021
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