by the time you read this   we will be gone   and not to be seen soon   only if it was as easy   bent kness   for some   wet eyes   to deface the   broken   pact of dying   promise   in the lesser   hardern   pews for that fact   smiles      stuck in the pews   death around   this is no sanctuary   for mine eyes, for thine eyes   this was too much      face the crowd   then bow down to your knee   then take out what you need   this was you and you need just as much      break for this we   we will not let you rest      your dreams wont come true   slow manifestations   turned into salt statues   this can't be the end   for what was it   that you said      forsaken was the path   the path of wanderers   you did nothing but mame it   yet you claim i was it   i made it thus far      for the clothes on your back   you would destroy      you were put down   and it was the best (my test)