The Crimson Heart Weeps in Confused Despair
The Crimson Heart Weeps in Confused Despair
The crimson heart weeps in total confused and lost despair,
will a monster dressed in human flesh be treated like man fair,
perhaps the answer could be yes because only the Lord knows all,
but would this be right and just for the monster who suffers the fall,
Maybe no would be the clear answer of the majority who knows nothing real,
but they don't know if man would be sinful beneath his clean skin's appeal,
and you believe so what even if this were true it wouldn't give him rights clear,
isn't it so man sins all morning and begs forgiveness at night without fear,
While the monster may have no choice his free will taken away,
what if someone poisoned the monster with a kind of heavy rot to stay,
which targets the bone marrow that decomposes his soft flesh inside,
transforming him into the monster that he is today in the world wide,
Forced to hide beneath human flesh to hide from the eyes that see,
the eyes that pray because his raw form is so terrifying to be,
that your eyes would sting and burn just looking for a short moment brief,
the monster wears human flesh like a false mask on his face beneath,
The crimson heart weeps in total despair and deep great confusion now,
who decides if the poisoned monster deserves man's rejected love somehow,
when his human flesh hides the rot from the marrow of his bones within,
when he sins all day in his dirty skin of sinful man's skin of sin,
Perhaps the answer is no because only the Lord holds the real clear truth right,
but the monster didn't choose to be poisoned with the rot that destroys in the night,
to wear human flesh like an artificial mask on his bare face alone,
while the world's eyes judge him without knowing anything about his pain unknown,
Man sins in the pure morning begs forgiveness at night for all he's done,
while the monster has no choice not to be what he's forced to become,
hidden beneath the flesh that's false beneath the gaze that burns the seeing eyes,
the crimson heart weeps in confused despair forever now as time flies,
Will the monster dressed in man be treated the same by sinful free man clear,
when the answer is unclear when the Lord knows what's right for the lost soul here,
when the rot flows through the bone marrow transforming flesh into a mask to wear,
and the eyes that look burn from the pain of horror for the tragic human monster there.
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