There is no way to make evil appealing,
To make pain worth your while,
To make death not frightening.
Its beauty is fleeting, a magician's cloak
It's a weak moment that comes, suffocated in smoke.
So why is there war, guns that shred
Flesh from kindred, the soil deep red?
Bloodthirsty tyrranical madness abounds
And where in this world is peace to be found?
Darkness, I tell you,
slowly comes, it creeps
It can sit at the edge of your bed while you sleep.
It can come at a summoning,
Disguised as a guiding light,
But all that it wants is to drown life in night.
The only good anger is againt this fall
That tantalizes, dancing on graves,
Offering power to all.
It is a dread lie, so pick up your armor
Strike back at the always-striking adder.
And pick up your feet and hallowed soul,
Let love be your ever-straight shooting pistol.
And know that no darkness is ever what it seems,
For it dissolves in the light,
It was shredded at its seams.
Goodness and bravery are sometimes hard to muster,
But they rip evil's grasp asunder.