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My prophet

Chorus:

A savior's news arrives on wings so slight,

But I, as Man, do not want its light!

If I don't get the things I've sought,

I'm weak, content with what I've got.

Bridge:

My fate I’ve accepted, I’m stoic indeed,

Thoughts dripping with irony, cynicism I feed,

I carve them on paper, in walls, and in ground,

In window's cool mist, where musings are found.

Verse 1:

My eyes are sly, hiding bold, stealthy sin,

In their sockets, worms with my bugs tuck in.

My pain shrinks beside my pride so tall,

Shadows hold me back from mercy's call.

I've strayed from the path meant for me,

My thoughts in an echoing forest fly free.

But I won't give up, I'll fight endlessly,

Proving I'm not without vibrancy.

Chorus:

A savior's news arrives on wings so slight,

But I, as Man, do not want its light!

If I don't get the things I've sought,

I'm weak, content with what I've got.

Bridge:

A strange herald in the distant night,

The jackal’s call to the moon's pale light,

Neither it nor its voice is fair,

Yet it howls on, with endless care.

Chorus:

A savior's news arrives on wings so slight,

But I, as Man, do not want its light!

If I don't get the things I've sought,

I'm weak, content with what I've got.