OMPF 1

 Call me naïve, call me simple minded, call me whatever

Spare me the words, meek thing of slick wannabe that lives to trick

Leave the scars only for a time to burn them open once again

Yet cry the innocent, the weak..anything that reeks sick

Pray for us all, the proud, the damned and the unforgiven

Save what’s left, save what’s been not yet spoiled

Of sun burnt wings and bound deep wrecking pride