| ~Gods~ Oh please, help me gods. This waiting is driving me out of my mind. Paths twist and wind. I feel myself growing faint. Shall I go to heaven as a Saint? Apathy beckons at my door. What a bore, please no more. Oh, the stormy winds are blowing outside. Ah, the waves lap on the mighty tide. Oh, the gibbous moon looms overhead. Ah�I feel I�m almost dead. I need someone, I swear to God. It strikes my heart like a lightning rod. Gods help us, I�d better run. So help me God, I�m almost done. |