faith is my precious wealth
i fight it hard; my wicked past,
but it was certain to me; last
year was lived so carelessly,
and now there are plenty tales to be
told to the world, but will it believe me?
the temple of life, which loves to deceive me.
i saw the supposed light, swam through
the deepest oceans, where all is blue,
yet in the end, i wish to say
that i would throw it all away
in an instant for my lord,
the one who has always adored
me, even when i myself did not.
my destiny was once to rot
past the gates of hell itself.
now, faith is my precious wealth.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.
