• ajthewriter 1w

    You'll inevitably come untithed
    A little high, a little scared even
    But still barely there, immensely
    Unaware of body, soul or mind
    Best be happy old beliefs know to forsake
    Intrigued that their words still hold a truth,
    If only you knew you were the very last
    of a quickly dying breed
    If only you knew that you are the pastor
    And there will never be another to
    Preach a sermon to the pastures of the mind
    in a language your spirit dances to like you..


    Dying Breeds, Resurrections + Slick Preachers × ajthewriter