Success of a crime
The bleed of a son of Christ
The green flowers of smiles
Clouded faces let rain subside
Satan is kind

Symphonies of tears
Hearts filled with raging fear
The ruler is nowhere near
Near the eye of the dying deer
Satan is kind

'Though Sharp knives stabbeth the derailed souls of weakened Christians
Blood boils of the one they reject
Rejects know not to lose faith in his hand
Satan is kind

The soft wind of vocals utters the forbidden berries that mankind craves
Glitter magnetize the eye let the boy walk in the cave
The warmth of his smile, it has no shame
Satan is kind

Protection we need,
Protection we feel.
In the presence of the cross they found peace
The slaves to glitter shall rest at ease.
Satan is kind

We burry ghosts of hearts where our minds won't tread.
We speak the language of now in hope like the rest.
We die in the absence of each other's warmth.
We cross paths only in the depths of our memories.
Pictures appear not physically,
Mentally.
My life is flawed.

We travel through time with lies.
What appears real is only real in lies.
Rain falls different through different regions.
My mind echoes with a name I once claimed kiddish.
My life is flawed.

The sweet daffodil from the garden grew better with time,
The petals look vibrant and bright.
The yes became a no,
The no felt too cold.
My life is flawed.