the complainer's eye is blind to all that is kind and loved and beautiful and delicious, how horrible an affliction...it must be an addiction

within perfection
tested and raw
the critic's eye
will find flaw

how strong
the words that mocked Him
the thorns that crowned Him
the scourge that slashed Him
the cross that held Him
the nails and spear that pierced Him
how weak
the grave that couldn't hold Him

you want me to say it
but you don't
you want me to do it
but you don't
you want me
but you don't
you don't
and it's your loss

believe none of what you hear
half of what you see
and absolutely none of what you hear from me

my superpower is quite unique
not power to protect the weak
not some bug of bat want to be
not some wonder or super bee
i can be forgotten in a second
the power of memory stealth i reckon
you will not recall any of me...ever
and in nothingness i will live forever