Remember My Prayer (Angel of Sadness)

We the people of this forsaken garden As one, as a whole, as separate individuals Have been chosen, among the few Subtracted from the many As I stand now, I shall be received And you shall witness What these days will become The truth in trials, that everyman reveals Have you forgotten we lost souls? P.S. It shall all be over soon I do not want your bread I shall not drink your water If offered I will not accept you sympathy I do not come for your young Your dying or those innocent by standers Be not fearful, for I come not in vengeance I do not wish you to frown These mysteries of deception Simple task that every man shall embrace Again, have you forgotten your lost saints? P.S. it will all be over soon This mischief is not what you have learned Through patterns of our failing days Consequences of nightmares I present this unknown behavior This reality that you define as happiness I am overjoyed Still I object It is the misery of your savior given twice Carry this whisper And you will speak of it later It seems you have forgotten we lost souls P.S. it will all be over soon Though we each appear to be deaf You will abide by a higher existence If not death, then until life does us well And as I march Continuously against every odd I embark I ask that you, dwell in our presence As I will flower on the ever of a new dawn I ask you to read For it will all be over soon Sincerely your forgotten saint