unlike
you are not like these other gods
you are not dead
you are alive
you are not like these modern gods
abstract and cold
you are deep and warm
you are not wound and ticking,
ticking me off,
ticking the seconds off.
you are restoring
not counting our sins
sometimes i have an idea and i don’t know how to capitalize on it. this is one of those. it would probably make a great punk song which ends drowning in bouts of guitar and screaming, well at least, i hope that is the way it is performed.
Comment by MattWriks — 30 March 2009 @ 11:27 pm