Written by Ren Michael
I went to a place I never want to see again
I walked into a room where darkness was my only friend
I felt the cold, like it was stealing life from my skin
But worst of all I couldn’t see a visible end.
I noticed the smell of burning fire
I thought I felt the touch of a trembling hand
Thought I heard talk of sin and the guilty and unworthy
I thought I heard whispers of classifying men.
I heard an infant breath to a limited height.
I heard the cheering of men before a fight.
I wondered if they too were as lost as I
I heard the last crash of the tide and I heard God cry