In so I have told,
False blessings laid hand.
Demented grown old,
They not chosen land.
Blessed marks above high,
Shed not Angel tears.
Instead, demons thigh.
For who dares gloves God,
Death soon always nears.
Intimacy dead,
Collars peeling skin.
Nothing left all said,
Restored souls begin.
Rage roar their brains flames,
Torn demons their names.

Sometimes we know what we should do at best,
Given God and time.
Peered pressured to let good go to the rest,
What say of true crime?
Fallibility believed what to do,
Learnt mistakes to know.
Wanting real lives that have all died too true,
They stalk lovers’ foe.
Scarred and scared, broken, wanting to act help,
Egos rise to die.
Called karma to God dying soon to welp,
Lover He loves Fae.
So known we’ve found regrets and lost reasons,
For they Say, “Only friends come in seasons.”

Dared to blame me for our blood,
After disclosed who you messed with…
Losing friends drowned to the flood,
Man monstered now ashamed a myth…
How long do you run away,
Expecting my city all yours?
What have you learned not tears day,
Cleaning up your mess that were chores.
What already forgiven,
Need not no longer forgotten?
What left to come decision,
Love left for you to turn rotten?
Dangerous attraction threatening,
Wrath versus our reckoning…