Peaceful Death - Dead Horse

Lee all

Is there room in hell?

You think I want to be

So worthless

Call my name & I will surface

The purpose denies man

Sunday evening

Returning home from church

The masses of people

Lives summarized

In a paragraph

Not much different from mine

Were after the same thing

Were after the same

Peaceful Death

Have mercy on my soul

Have mercy on us all

The average I envy

For his ignorance will everlast

Eternally & his faith

His blessings written in black

But your condemning

My thoughts

A gift eternally wrapped

To rot in a box with a clear head

& all around the voices of hell

& I’m following you

You don’t want to believe

I so, I do