Anathema de Loudermilk

Girl: "love you" she said as though it were true "falling head over heels into you, now i am pregnant with our baby boy forever your suffer"
baby boy: "giver of life and the nail in my soul this is anthema, the story grows old still the same boy that was sewn from your ground, it's the weight of you pulling me down"
boy: "i love you" he said and knew it was true
girl: "i can't be in this marriage with you now this is our second child in my womb no longer your lover and sufferer"
baby boy: "rivers of love and a trust so betrayed this is anthema the bed that we've made, still the same boy that was sewn from your ground, it's the weight of you pulling me down and you lie as the vultures surround the height that i push up my halo could come crushing like a of life and the nail in my soul, this is anthema the story grows old, still the same boy that was screaming inside pushing my youth through the years of my we trust in forever this sound it's the weight of you pulling me down. it's anthema my voice and this sound"