What's done is done,
No roads will change the past.
I breathe to build a future,
That forever lasts
I stare through walls of sunlight,
And think of days to come
I find myself in darklands,
When thinking of the past
I drench sir God in heaven,
I lead the hordes of hell
My lusts they burn in Eden,
Forever my soul will dwell
I've sacrificed, crawled the deepest wormhole,
With poems I burn the past
I've stood in line, rode the dark road
And still my poems last
The darkest of poetry,
The hidden truths of men