In The
Mind
When the
thoughts combine and peak
Then
comes the darkness of the evil streak
Kaleidoscope
explosion, the color of blood
Hatred
horizon, sweet screams to kill in a flood
Hate them
for what they are
The more
good and vulnerable, so greater the contempt
Innocence
an elixir that tastes in my mouth
To shred
their lives in the sight of where they trust most
The
blessed scepter in my hands that carries out my mind
Into the
hall and I see the angels kneeling on the floor
Do I wake
them before I kiss their lives?
The
ultimate torment to infuse doubt in the faith they strive
This
world of pretense, the bastion of nihilism
There’s
no comfort but only ruthless stone realism
It’s over
now and there’s nothing to feel as the hatred wanes
Point is,
evil’s a circle on an eternal plane
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