i am the one who stumbled
i am the one who called out the warning
it was my voice rising
on the mad wind that rushed past
and threw you into the crater
i am the heron and the frog
i am between the impulse and the action
between the stimulus and the emotion
i am nero and his fiddle
i am the firstborn child
i am the withering jew
hidden away in a basement
walking on tightropes
i am the one who kills the king
in every dream i have
i am the sweet silver bells
i am the oldest song
i am the fear and the joy
i am the center and the centrifuge
the savior and the damned
i am the last one
i am the judgment
i am the weight and the glory
and when my home burned
in the fires of pompeii
i was left
standing on a hillside
watching everything i know
buried
under mountains of ash
1 comment:
i was prepared to make fun of this for having a super long title, but then i realized i liked it too much to do that. this is epic.
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