Evereve

"Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly,
save only through the weakness of his feeble will" -Joseph Glanvill-
Someone told me there is a war within
And the wor (l) d became flesh
Someone told me about a handmade sin
Denying all you once confessed
Don't bow to me
Don't worship me
We are torn apart by silver lunacy
Because weak I am
As weak as no man has been before
Don't you pray anymore...
And you will never be the same again