Plainsong / With Bruised & Bloodied Feet

I think it's dark and it looks like it's rain, you said And the wind is blowing like it's the end of the world, you said And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead And then you smiled for a second I think I'm old and I'm feeling pain, you said And it's all running out like it's the end of the world, you said And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead And then you smiled for a second Sometimes you make me feel Like I'm living at the edge of the world Like I'm living at the edge of the world It's just the way I smile, you said

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 13, 2025

Incantations penetrate the furthest reaches of the Gods. Not the care of the skies, or revolving stars, Can avail as an excuse to the deities she calls, Day delays to rise on earth, the Sun a mere catspaw. What went we into this wilderness to find? Leaving our country, our kindred, our farther's houses, and for what? At the crux of a baleful knoll, Wicked council, come as one. To live deliciously. To relish in the taste of butter. To be clothed in a fine dress. To fly from this serpent's nest. My corrupt nature is empty of grace, Bent unto sin, and that continually. What went we into this wilderness to find?

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 13, 2025