your good, for my sins.
by marcus

You are all super heros
and I am that fog on your window
after a shower
lingering
that see threw smog
that disapates
when in conflict
with something cold
i have gone deaf
then the world went silent
we lost comuncation
till we all became islands
and when the water enchroched
there where no boats
or shores to save us
the world has enslaved us
with no parting gifts
just lists of sins
not to be forgiven
I tried to begin again
as a zombie
dead again christian
the shoe didnt fit
so i sliped
and fell further
with no floor below
or god above
i was resltess , right here
counting sheep and seconds
wondering, what will I have for breakfast
then it came, not the answer
but breakfast
and then the duldrams of the day
without a crusade
and nothing to be crucified for