My father taught me well to shun the gates of Hell
But against him I rebelled as I sailed
He shoved a bible in my hand but I left it in the sand
As I pulled away from land as I sailed
My father taught me well to shun the gates of Hell
But against him I rebelled as I sailed
He shoved a bible in my hand but I left it in the sand
As I pulled away from land as I sailed
Those were the last words she said to me. Well, she text them to me. She sent it at 2.13am on the 2nd of May if you want to be really precise. I never got it until about five hours later though, when I got up to get ready for school. I usually don't sleep too well, but that night I slept soundly for the first and last time in months.
^That's the first part of a story I'm currently working on. I was moving bits of it around and changing them. That was the original draft which the current version only somewhat resembles.