By Arcassin Burnham

Like sparkling trash with a grayish tent hanging over,
I am like angel that will guide you to that four leaf clover,
Bringing all the bad days to a close with a simple power,
Call it love if you want , as long as you let it devour,
Hate and selflessness and poverty and evil sides,
While changing faces in the eyes of the Lord , he is your guy,
Your guiding force like no other,
We already won,
I'm routing for you every step of way into the sun,
You got nothing else worry about its just quick and painless,
Taking you off this planet will be as Nobel as stainless,
You are not the only one to up and go through these changes,
If anything I'm glad we're trading places , don't say you're ever worth
Nothing.