So, When The Pillars Fell, No One Rebuilt Them.
So, when the pillars fell, no one rebuilt them.
And when the walls cracked, no one sealed them.
And when the children were born, no one taught them.
So, the ruins remained ruined.
And vines seeped through the cracks.
And the children never learned the truth.
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Getting a little better with the motion of it.
This one has been my most worked on drawing yet and I plan to go much bigger in the future. It's come a long way since I started it months ago.
Utter words he should know
Scriptures that carve no lines in the snow
I've paid for his words, to hear him
Here he sits in silence
I will queeze what I can, from this fragile old man
A visionary, a sage,
Reader of books, empty on each page
Gone are the lines of which to read between
No shape nor name to bear on us certainty
Far too close but just away enough
To breathe a little deeper
To hope a little louder
Pissed on the bricks that shaped our shelter
I see the clay in them
And I have seen the clay in them
Breathing like an auger,
I spoke to the dreams
Brought back with them, an array of little oddlers
Seemingly, a voice and grain of sand to each
Seemingly, I ignored the breach
Spiteful insights tricklin' in
Set my blood alight
Seamlessly, neighbors made to parasites
Seamlessly, cold was made from warm nights
Grain by grain, the tide is pushed away
I will crawl deep down, outside the light of day
Pull myself away
The shore is lost as deserts are made
Each grain for I have paid
Found this mask at a pawn shop. Want to put a strap on it to make it wearable.
