Poetry
To You, Satan

A breeding ground for what's sickening
Psychosis that will never cease
Even the children carry your disease
I am sure your hate's thickening

In your mind a disastrous plan was born

Take our daughters and reduce them to whores
Slaying our sons in cold wars
Your beloved churches slam their doors
In the faces crying for warmth

His Kingdom comes and your will is done
Your destruction will be quite fun
The look on your face when that day comes?
Jehovah knows.




Machine-Gun Kisses

They always said keep your enemies closer
Always watching with one eye on you
I hoped to catch you when you fall

Beautiful brown eyes hold the truth in mind
I know somehow it can come outside
Inside you is a part of me
You cannot run and hide

Machine-gun kisses for my bride
Her hand guides the enemy fire
Her touch is my sickest desire
I hide behind no blinds

Will her feelings ever see the light?

Pain of the knife for me
Blood of the battle for her

But who knew darkness could be so warm?

I wish that healing would come to her
Healing to the damage of an imbalanced burn
My God, please search my heart and be sure
In this right mind she would not be hurt

I want a future with her.




The Penetrating Beat

Tear open this old hole inside my heart
Join the clockwork and become a part
Join the mesh of gears and figures
Lock eyes with me and then we'll start

Let all the pieces fall in place
As our thoughts begin to race
Soon we'll witness a brand new state

Just make a record of this date
And promise me you'll always stay
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