Young Marks

I was born To potential and limitless grace With the flashing of light It was gone when the smoke cleared Cast in ash and powder I was raised To obey and respect but At the edge of the lake Was death and disruption When the water splashed across my back It burned For the dead there's no comfort in fate And the line is as faintly declined And the purpose of living is life I wasn't chosen I didn't choose the path My heart's not built to hold his love I was schooled In a place of tradition But something was missing In faces of classmates Eyes declared too blue, too deep In the church where they lead us to worship Fighting to pull it apart With my nails As they chewed solid oak beneath me From the bloods took the truth from the lies And the lie they took greatly to god When the lies after death its a prize I wanna reach out I wanna shake your hand Your war is novel and divine Oooooohhhh-oooooohhhhhhhhhhh Oooooohhhh-oooooohhhhhhhhhhh Oooooohhhh-ooohhhhh Oooooohhhh-ooohhhhh Oooooohhhh-ooohhhhh-oooooohhhh-ooohhhhh-ooohhhhh