A wisp of smoke, a breath of air
The toxic moat of ever where
The burning stopped one day I heard
But on that day they burned the words
And on that day I packed a sac
Of that I trapped, not given back
Not given time to mourn your youth
In fact no time to live in truth
Of god they speak, I left alone
For All of God, he bid me roam
From home, my nature often missed
Alone, enthroned in fire’s bliss
The flames of change, oft’ evil cast
The visage vile, but earth is glass
And ash, and unworked heathen stone
So light the hearth, the earth is bone
The bone is mine, the blood is not
Across the plains of hope I sought
To forge a way, when one is clear
My anvil shame, my hammer fear
I’m still out here in my despair
The toxic moat of ever where
I steel my heart, depart this stage
Still in search of that distant cave
About the Creator
Atlas the Kid
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