The Wanderer
He lurks in his own path, Shadow of Pain
Slowly he thinks, yet tainted tears still remain
dram selected, injected voices of THEORY.
the thoughts pondering wit diligence vision real WEERY!
haunting in his path...though his life's already made.
the tim eof how to live...still not being PAID alway's delayed.
scented dew from a rose, in which he picked with essence.
with the soft gentle touch, he feels, he words it in every sentence.
so valiantly and voul! yet wither as though he was a feather.
crossin along roads with no intensions.as though he was the weather.
crushed everyday from comments, SPIT, and DEGRATION.
yet he still stands tall cuz he knows its in gods hands and he's gods creation.
the devil lurks as well, and he knows cuz he can FEEL HIM
the darkness in the devils eye's as his told truth can be Devcivin.
his lies fill his minds, yet cant corrupt cuz he is the Mesiah
as he is sent to vanish all sins and bring happiness to liars amd take em highah!(high ya)
so as he walks down the lonley path, dont ever doubt one from the looks.
as the word'd saying goes never judge one as the looks of a BOOK!