I would cut open my own heart and bury it in this ground, if only I knew that some good would come from it.
I am not saying that I am an artist.
Artists are those who have no meaning, no definition.
But reality is simple, we do what we must to survive.
Maybe we abuse happiness, maybe we take too much for granted.
I have fallen from the sky with no memory at all.
To approach a world made of concrete.
Maybe my thoughts are inaccurate, but I wasn't meant to change this world.
Only to learn from it.
Perhaps this is selfish of me to think. But lets just be honest.
You never really mattered at all anyway.
There is no God here, no Angels, no Seraphim's.
I seek a home somewhere else, I seek a home in heaven.
The scriptures are in my soul, my blood is the fuel to the fire.
But for now, I am just buying my time.
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