Original Sin

How can I write without pencil or pen
Or how can I breath when the airs getting thin
One thing about the devil is he wants me to sin
So I take a deep breath and get to writing again

Ashes ashes autumn fires
Catch the eye of a passerbyer
In the eye glimpse the soles disire
The image in my mind that takes me higher

Higher higher on another plane
Will my soul return again
Fly with wings at the speed of sound
Just can't seem to get my feet on the ground

Dive in oceans infinite deep
Now you can't notice the tears you once weeped
I will save you all from certain hell
Till we meet again, another story to tell

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