The Pros & Cons of Social Isolation
Pray For my submission, dedicated far away It makes it better As long as I repent In colors of a blushed proposal My faith will never end Your dresses, they're descended from the jaws of heaven Your advent Fed your worshipers' stomach Your second coming Pockets overspent Pure cement Do your worst so I just might have to Convert my convents once again Pray, I might as well To every curve around your wishing well Dresses will ascend Your own jaws of heaven My faith will never end My faith will never end Your advent Fed your worshipers' stomach Your second coming Pockets overspent Pure cement Do your worst so I just might have to Convert my convents once again Your notes through the cracks My walls, they still fall apart... God has only lovers
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 18, 2026
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I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home We'll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside this hole And make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us... So join me in my home I'm digging a tunnel to another world To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side And no one really knows his right from wrong So what changed? Still feels like home! Running from the horror of civil depression From the time before the time Claiming the remains of a glorious presence A chapter that slowly dies Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage Can you see, my forehead burning? Pretentious fairies counting heads Mortal Inventory, roots to collect But there is no other place.... I will be digging you a small hole, to call home So you will always feel welcome, all on your own But when you need a break from it all Pack a few bones to accompany the road And remember that there is no place to come back to There was never a home
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 14, 2026
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