When love grows cold, we buy and sell For we rather ******* than despair —the fighting spirit empowering the Beast— But love waits, in pain, crying silently unseen No exchange without the mark of the Beast Driving to desperation and worship Those who live by their wits and arms COVID19 will expose who these are
Optimism, hopelessness' necessary delusion, and Positivity, a fierce front confronting unbearable reality; Darkness' depths, a shield from light's searching searing heat, and Rather a slave to one's own wits and strength, than to truth.
Looking at you makes me sick, nay, revolted. Peering in your eyes, I receive a sharp jolt and Shivers course through me, my wits are abandoned, I cringe and I writhe and I don't understand why my good sense packs up and bids me adieu,
It is to my great horror that I've started to love you.
All throughout History, It's always been a mystery. The most unlucky of days, On this day we change our ways. Careful what we do, Careful when we tie our shoe. Stay in and lock your door, Don't get up off the floor. Black cats and spilled salt, The broken mirror is not my fault! Avoiding ladders and a sidewalk crack, Being on guard we do not lack. Some say it's a day of fun, Others shiver, hide, and run. Some say it's black magic that comes out today, Some say that it's demons here to stay. Whatever your superstition on this very day, Everyone's wits will shred and fray. The day of bad luck comes only so often, Let's just pray it doesn't lead to a coffin.
Superstition is a way of life. Either you don't care or Friday the 13th is a terrifying day! Friday The 13th™ By Nadia DeLevea