The-Funkiest-Penguin

When I was a child you spoke of a room Where the universe sat on a throne And the stars and the planets and asteroid bands Were etched into windows and stone And the floor was composed of the gods we had known In eons that long since had passed Where you wrapped me in starstuff adorned with a cloud And said love would be there if I asked So I scattered the seeds that you'd left in my hand But they sprung up as iron bars And no one can see these children who bleed Through the God who created their scars We collected the blood in the buckets that once Had washed our babies clean And we danced what was left of the children we loved To the pla