The white, fluff tears of the skies
Halts the youth and fires
Even the silence cries
Seeking warmth and lies

Like a house that's alone
On that long wintry road
Blankets for hearts that have grown cold
A rest to a journey that is long

The sun's burning bright
The flowers are at the peak of their life
The critters dance and sing in time
The young spend their days in flight

If God hears a blasphemous joke
Would He laugh like we do
Or would he sigh and lament
His children's growth?

Once a monster was set upon the world
Immediately he died, traumatized
Yet his neck wouldn't stop
From twisting to look back
At that awful world
Where he's not the only
Sheep that is black.

Imagine you met God after your end
You bowed in reflex 'cause the prophets did
You crawled to His toe like a loyal dog
But, when you look up into His eyes
You can't see any praise
Only twisted face of shame.

Satan is tired from all the blames;
You're the one that sinned,
Not the evil lonely him.
Don't say you were tempted—
All he does is howl
Like his tortured crowd.
His whispers are loud,
Far from a soft mistress' moans.
He's not the one to boast
Nor does gold glitter in his eyes—
Only flames and sacrifice.
He's the full wrath of evil,
And he has a God to defeat.
He doesn't care if fools like hell's heat.

Summer nights had lost their luster
As a million fireflies dim their embers;
Only in nostalgia could we glance
Those scenes where they once danced

Lost are their glimmer—
The forests mourn their partners
For they've taken its tiny souls
Mystic glows that made them whole

Their embers were put to rest,
And murk swallowed these blessed;
Their shine that wanes to bloom
Now forever sleeps in gloom.