Imagine in this world we live in, there lies a force determine to make us sin. A force at suffer it grin. A force that celebrates death because it wins. Evil enough to tempt an angel. On a mission to remove all halos. Wielder of chaos , child of the storm, thinking about death ever since you were born, or should I say reborn. Cause Evil can't come from Love. So as I sit in your world, watching events unfurl, Im wishing for Paradise, rid this world of parasites, that steal the joys and lives at night so that it might not be found by light. Doesn't play nice, lose your soul for the right price, searching for love cause it's the one thing you don't like. The force can't tempt my heart, it can only tempt the mind. So when I go to sleep I dream of Paradise. It's the only thing that feels right.  The gas of evil removed from this world so that even wild animals could be herded by a young child. Everyone has a house and a smile. The gas of evil has been sealed all the dead will rise. Reunited with the family that they've known and ones they haven't met. The gas contained a glass so that crippled might walk again, and the blind will suggest that the brown suit goes good with a pink shirt, they can see everything, from the color of dirt. To deaf people hearing the birds sings. And the people who always dreamed of falling in love, it's here where you can face you peers cause it ain't no fear and there won't be tears or distaste when you look in the mirror at what you see, you can be who you wanted to be when you were young and more innocent. A world without ignorance. Where Jehovah has left his finger tips. I wish, I wish , I wish...,