One day I had sworn to serve the people of my nation.
To protect them from harm,
Keep the city safe from harm,
Wore my uniform in pride,
And the people of my town looked up to me with trust and honor.

Now I do the devils work
Disguised in the same uniform
And I hurt my people.
I hurt the young and the old and everyone who thought I would keep them safe.
I don't know when it began or maybe I do
I've lost conscience about my wrong doings.
You do not know who I am anymore
I do not know who I am anymore.

Run away from hatred
Before it comes to feast on your heart

Burn your ego
Before it slowly burns you.

Run away from your yourself
Run away until you see only love
Love and hope for all
Love and respect for all.

With hearts full of love
and eyes to look out for us
We call them mothers

Once a happy time,
now a memory I mourn
every now and then.

You are infinite,
like the universe.
Very mysterious and unexplored.
I find solace being around you.
Yet I cannot unravel much about you.
It's like you are infinite,
like the universe.
You pour out drinks for everyone,
but bottle up your emotions.
Yet your charm makes me stay on for a little longer.
You are my universe.

A beautiful mind
like the universe,
Vast and heavenly,
With galaxies of undiscovered potential.
Countless unique and unruly thoughts,
That align like the billions of stars in the sky.

We are higher than we think we are.
We are infinite.
Tiny infinite minds
searching for answers deep within our soul and all around us.
We are a beautiful mind,
in a beautiful universe.

Nobody knew about my new favorite possession.
I hid my precious dagger well from everyone.

The dagger gave me a sense of pride.
A new level of confidence to please one and all.
A wicked sense of charm
that  brought everyone I wanted under my spell.

I slowly slid my hand inside my jacket
to reach for my source of power.

And with calculated introspection,
I stabbed them all from behind.
Feeling a sense of exhilaration,
after each ******.

I can feel my hands soaked in sin,
but I'm too far ahead of myself to retrospect.
I'm a slave of the dagger now.
And I don't wish to be saved.