Essence Diablo I
You live a fairytale,
you live a folklore,
you live a dream,
behind a door,
you take what is not yours,
what others have built,
we claim to be reasonable,
in the secret of guilt,
I have seen my future , it is gone, as is dead,
I looked at the carnage was painted in red,
my heart it is blackened by all I do,
I new I lived a lie, because all of us do,
we set a stage, if you only new,
what he has shown me will come true,
sometimes I think and it makes me all so blue,
from a boy to a man, the temptation had grew,
the truth will come,
only for a few,
be very careful in what you do,
imperfection is a medium,
I set a sail,
as the winds blowback this unearthly veil.
Time will tell,
it comes with a price and a rotten smell.
we have chosen the path to bring hell to earth,
I know it will come as certain as birth,
even if you beg you will not see for it is only one gift that he has given to me.
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2015
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