Drawn and marked out in sand
The tide will wash it away.
Kneeling and then groove by hand;
The wave clean slated our names.

Wear a heart upon your sleeve
Not a ******* in your chest.
Hoping that you'll never leave,
Take my hands, my head; infest.

My body has absorbed all hate,
And converted into passionate rage.
The system annoys and frustrates,
Pushing me to rebel, and create.

I love so much and want peace,
But am losing faith in the cross;
I don't want to be cross, madness cease.
Belief all gone, but not All lost.