this is a weird song because I didn't write it at 3 am. I wrote it at 2 pm. Which is weird. Anyway, tell me what you think. It's another one thats going to be hard to put to music I think, so maybe it's just a poem. who knows.



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When [the] ancients stabbed the sun
It bled out all its love
and the world was drenched
in blood red light
for all the years to come

now putrid stench and shepherds
roam aimless cross the land
and the shepherds weep for flocks
they wish they'd never had
and as they fall from weeping
the stench senses they're demise
and closes tight round rubber necks
and silences their cries

Now they lay there breathless
for breathing isn't theirs
you have to live to want to breath
and have life to even care
so now the stench moves inwards
and clears out space inside
and rots them till their nothing
but the bones of when they tried

so when you pass them laying
in their graves of grass and mud
remember they are only there
because they lost their love
so hold yours tight and find them
whatever they may be
[because] without your flocks to guide you
you'll never truly see

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Actually now that I have split it up I think the first verse could become the refrain, as well as the first verse of course...

any way, if you read it thanks for reading.