The Untitled Work of Life

With rose garden bedding we call to our grave
I set forth proposals dramatically lane
Skimming and sweeping with stars up above
Though they call back here after to show me their love
I cannot accept them however they try
Over and over again fall but I
Can never relinquish the one I love dear
To rip my own heart out and stay for good cheers
Is something that I have never believed in
Twisting and turning, finding places of sinning
For God knows his wishes are set towards destruction
To suffer and starve with what little he has
Mixing concoctions for us here and as
Thoughtful and mindful his reign still before us
On silvery wings, scriptures of ancient dilemmas
Tucked under his arm and sent up to fly
Still he proceeds through out the night sky
Forever and ever ill the day all will die
Never again shall and defy
The wrath of terror that had passed us by
Our eyes have gone and our ears will follow
A mountain of blood will bleed till tomorrow
An eye for an eye
A sin for a sin
No matter the consequences in numbers have been
The teeth bared and sharpened we feel on our skin
Screaming and shrieking in growing supply
Laying our bedding and them asking why
This fire that burns has chose to ignite
Leaving no room for us to call forth a fight
It will burn before the devil’s book lasts
Our final attempts will be for his laughs
Faith is just another intolerable sin
Live once and care once to let it sink in
Never believe and stay always free
The motto of life, no sensitivity