Song: Patience - A Song for The End
Viewed: 81 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: DaughterofPro
Year: 2020Viewed: 81 - Published at: 7 years ago
Puffed-up Powers in their spheres
Lord their feats o’er other Fears
Racing to reach crude frontiers
Wasting all their plaything’s years
Patience does not grace the petty
I would know
Let them peacock for a prize
I won long ago
Lightning may strike
Sickness may catch
Fire may rise from a discarded match
Making their claims
To each devotee
They promise what I alone can guarantee
They seek new beginnings but all ends with me
None but I arе truly old
Ancient dread of warmth gone cold
Minе’s the name all fear foretold
Sentience spawned and I took hold
Patience leads to better eating
I would know
Let them live out lengthened years
I won long ago
Silk may be spun
Blackouts may cloak
Troops may drink blood, or closing walls may choke
Making their claims
To each devotee
Empty temptations, off’ring certainty
They take who they can but all will come to me
Humans often condescend
Barking bluffs they can’t defend
Banking treasures to contend
With the fact they’ll meet their end
Patience renders spite unneeded
I would know
Let them have their base denials
I won long ago
Skin may be flayed
Stalkers may snare
Hallways may lead to what was never there
Wax works may grin
Fog may press down
Arrogant pupils may demand their crown
Boasting of feasts
But they must resign
To scraps ripped from any that don’t fit their design
Death does not care with whom you do or don’t align
The End never hungers: To have life marks you mine
Lord their feats o’er other Fears
Racing to reach crude frontiers
Wasting all their plaything’s years
Patience does not grace the petty
I would know
Let them peacock for a prize
I won long ago
Lightning may strike
Sickness may catch
Fire may rise from a discarded match
Making their claims
To each devotee
They promise what I alone can guarantee
They seek new beginnings but all ends with me
None but I arе truly old
Ancient dread of warmth gone cold
Minе’s the name all fear foretold
Sentience spawned and I took hold
Patience leads to better eating
I would know
Let them live out lengthened years
I won long ago
Silk may be spun
Blackouts may cloak
Troops may drink blood, or closing walls may choke
Making their claims
To each devotee
Empty temptations, off’ring certainty
They take who they can but all will come to me
Humans often condescend
Barking bluffs they can’t defend
Banking treasures to contend
With the fact they’ll meet their end
Patience renders spite unneeded
I would know
Let them have their base denials
I won long ago
Skin may be flayed
Stalkers may snare
Hallways may lead to what was never there
Wax works may grin
Fog may press down
Arrogant pupils may demand their crown
Boasting of feasts
But they must resign
To scraps ripped from any that don’t fit their design
Death does not care with whom you do or don’t align
The End never hungers: To have life marks you mine
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