My hands were getting clammy
It was hard to take a breath
I know that you had to hear
My heart pounding in my chest
If you had any questions
God I’m glad you did not ask
I could not even whisper
Scared to death behind my mask
My body shivered fiercely
No way could we ever stop
Our minds spun out of control
As you slipped out of your top
Your skin was soft as feathers
I melted into your soul
My life was all in pieces
It was you that made me whole
Down on Nimrod Road
Now that run down house is barely standing
Down on the dirt road just off the highway
But back then to us it was our mansion
A place where the two of us would go play
Our innocence was never compromised
Our hearts were fulfilled and bursting with love
I satisfied your wants, desires and needs
With all the things you were deserving of
From the very first time I touched your skin
I knew that I would never leave again
Nothing as good as that could be a sin
Because I knew I loved you way back then
Down on Nimrod Rd
The world may hold other pretty faces
With fiery red hair crowning genius poll
They can come from different countries and races
But they will all pale in the light of your soul
Their splendor is shadowed when in your light
Their essence becomes tarnished and rusted
Because your elegance always shines bright
And It’s for your love that I’ve always lusted
Your grandeur comes from deep within your heart
While their beauty barely scratches their surface
Your love and mine cannot be torn apart
I often wonder what I did to deserve it
You took a broken child riddled with fear
Your Love enveloped me and made me whole
So even now, in these frail fading years
I still Love you more than you’ll ever know
Humanity just might have a fighting chance… if it wasn’t for all the humans.
Progress is never what it seems. It hides behind the mask of deceit. Progress always means change…change means money… but it’s always money for someone who has never had to live with the changes that progress has left them. Anytime you hear that they’re going to do a thing in the name of progress, you can bet that it’s just another way of saying, let’s take what’s beautiful, or intricately crafted, and turn it into something sleek, streamlined, cold…and ugly. Without warning progress will rip the heart from of a place and steal its innocents. It will pull the beauty from everything it touches and leave in its wake a crippled used up shell of what it once was.
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