Menace, by George Chow
Act and faces,
How you speak the threats.
For me to wonder was it maddness or hate,
to be damned by the heart of judgement.
Trust and lies,
How you have trust that one beautiful lie.
But maddness meant for trust and hate a hurtful lie.
to be grand by the silent lord not death.
Lust and sin,
How you fore tell your soul.
if souls meant to combine.
Will you forgive the love never changed at the begin.
God and Satan,
How the menace ended in endless.
And the one son who were brave enough,
to guide each overcome all with timeless expression.
|Posted: 2013-11-07 14:17:34 UTC|
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