They are coming,
They were waiting to be waken up
Watching us even in deep sleep.
We water the roots
That it lets the shoot thrive as a strong tree
The birch is now so harsh
That it can shovel the skin and make an alive dead!
They are watching our real now,
When they were alive what we did was just pretend!
On the name of love and care,
We laid the carpet of lies.
No, it wasn’t to make them happy or to let them die in peace
But as we had our own assumptions,
We preached god yet we followed satan everywhere in our deeds,
We missed gospel meetings for the sake coalition of darkness and desires
We were always prêt for impressions of galvanising our outer, leaving the inner dirty, dirtier, dirtiest!
We are red handed!
For killing the god already.
You were still expecting the recipe?
You were still expecting the recipe ?
Views expressed above are the author’s own.
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