Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 68
Eli, Kevin, We're Bros Forever

I'm a dying man tonight
Nothing's feeling right
Doing all this stupid stuff out of hate
And it's getting kinda rough at any rate
I could die from any state
And we wouldn't know
Where I'd go
Because I'm nothing close to a saint
And fuck the sinners, He can't place me there
I don't care if it's divine judgment but
Through thick an thin
Kevin you're my bro 'til the en'
And I'm playing with ink
From the darkest, pinkest pen
Every time I'm falling to the ground
You pick me up like an angel - no sound
And the static spills like
The riding waves with no rhymes
I can't tell what the fuck you're saying
But I'm agreeing and I'm staying
And I'm fighting until the en'
'Cause you've been there through thick and thin
We built this nation brick by brick
And every land's just as thick as you and me
Intertwined with bonds like the tide of the sea
We're together every day
In any way
I'll never let go of you
Fuck, and Eli, I'll never forget you, too
'Cause you guys are saints and gods
Bishops with the biggest rods
Lost in the sight of a bullet through my mind
Yeah you see me through the night
When nothing's seeming to be alright
But we're there every day
By the sun's dark crimson rays and
The desert sun tells me we'll stay

 

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