Reaching the grips of satan I applaude gods move
laying next to the devil is a nun so smooth
the date of there decision closed all devisions
made people relise the lies in religion
Im bout to explain why gods rain makes people complain
trying to strive for perfection while life makes you insain
If You were to meet your maker would he have evil eyes
would he laugh at your fakeness cause he see's all lies
complaining about religion choices and who you are in life
when your sitting right next to murder like the darkest knife
god was to be meet with a servant in a red coat
is the question asked,spoken thru the evil throat
an alliance is made thru hate and loves common occurances
a loss is now revamped like endless insurance's
perfection isnt accepted,lifes balanced on the edge like pefect positions
arguing for options..choices never made like swerving decisions
the new love is hate, the blue dove is fate the glued heart shall break
to sever the beast together they cant control the weather at least
there hearts are both finally fullfilled,together in peace
while what they played tug of war with is now insignifigant
when they are laying on each others lifes,we arent magnificant
there relisation that they were fighting for what neither have control of
Hand in hand they gaze into each other eyes....and simply stroll off
death is certain...there breath is hurting... show over's...close murders curtain.
*curtains fall*
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Blah,your not worth my time.