So, you righteous one.
You refused to be tempted by my offering of the world.
I have the power to give it all to you.
Except, you refuse it.

My father, has assigned my duties accordingly and his WILL I will obey.

Oh, righteous one.
I just watch those you govern and realize their weakness as opposed to your strength.

You are the good Prince and myself the Evil one.
Banned for thousand of years to create havoc.
Find those to bring to bottomless pit.

And the strangest thing is, I find one daily.

Good point, Satan.
Except , I find one to safe constantly from your grasp.
And many more has followed my path.

Realize, I am the light of this world.
And will always prevail.

Remember this.
My name is called upon more than yours.

To the North, a broken dream remembers,
To the South, lost memories,
To the East, what will never be,
To the west, a rain of embers.

To the North, fallen angels crying
To the South, tears of sorrows,
To the east, not looking for tomorrow,
To the West, hopes are dying.

Maybe the direction, or the pain,
Might trace the place
Of my tears of rain;

A spinning compass eats me inside,
Looking for myself,
Nowhere left to hide.

She in bikini

(the costume
not
the atoll)
on the beach beside a blue sea
and me with a bucket and *****
under the shade
of a palm tree on the beach
beside the sea

we build dreams it seems from sand
and bridges to cross our hearts.

He is the salt in a wound
The feeling of being doomed

The pain that never ends
The message with love that never sends

Hate that burns like fire
The situation classified as dire

Torture with deep brown eyes
Dunking you under with lies

The disease that never leaves
Causing you to seethe

The paper cut between your fingers
That always lingers

Racking sobs that break your ribs
Tears streaming down your face, falling on your lips

He is the salt in a wound
The feeling of being doomed

The pain that never ends
The message with love that never sends

Hate that burns like fire
The situation classified as dire

Torture with deep brown eyes
Dunking you under with lies

The disease that never leaves
Causing you to seethe

The paper cut between your fingers
That always lingers

Racking sobs that break your ribs
Tears streaming down your face, falling on your lips

Ask, any minority?
If whites had to walk in your shoes.
If they could handle it?
And most likely, many would agree they couldn't.

They too sensitive to truth.
When you point out what you been through?

If restrictions was placed on level of whites that could vote?
Instantly you have a political revoke.
If banned from attending certain universities too.
Oh, they think it was something obviously crude.

If assigned to enter through back doors of theaters and more.
Just like us, they would ask what for?
If told, like we been told before.
We, don't serve your kind.

Instantly, they would lose their minds.

If certain hostile white males were hanged from a tree.
And photos snapped with smiling faces within the photo.
They cry about all types of injustice.
Similar to what they do now?
And they still have more rights.
They couldn't handle it.
Not society reversal.

If innocent men was tossed injustice into prisons by judges and lawyers.
If daughters was ***** and blind eyes turned to the crime.
They couldn't handle it.

If rules that makes no sense concerning bus riders being assigned to the back of the bus.
Just like Rosa Parks, a woman would stand up.
They stronger.

Women , always been.

If all the wrongs concerning white oppression was turned back upon them.
They couldn't handle it.

If they was the slaves upon that ol' plantations.
They find ways to apologizes.
For , they went and retrieved us.

Something, many still can't comprehend or face with the truth.
We don't edit down books to look good.
We address truth like they truly should.