Carry On

It's said man does not live on bread alone

His hopes and dreams fuel him on the long road alone

He rode to the destinations 

Where he can lay and retire in restitution 

Moving from the birth when limbs allowed 

Forced to bow to his beliefs 

As what he regarded as relief is then released in his then queen

Just to succeed to the seed 

In her indigestion

Now digest the rest of his thoughts and feelings of restlessness he is unrested 

Mind constantly tested its moral limits 

Believing only the Gods of men have a conscious small as any

That's the only way he can phantom why his God allow him to live the way life is

This life he leads is full of sin 

Full of shit.