A Saint DarklyDoes it makes a saint, the heretic? With no god upon, would it be just a tic? To love and be loved by the believers? With no heaven offered, or hell's fevers.A Saint Darkly
Sucking by the mind, creed banded leech, Sinners are the last, for the sins to impreach. Far from him, conquering the wretched soul. Self-inquisting mind's, volunteer sacrifice goal.
Has in his mind, no creator of divine rule, No prayers of wrath, as a purification tool. No exodus from heaven, sudden and sparkly, Will it be still shiny, hellbent a saint darkly.
Replacement WillNow i can understand you, fallen fellow Macbeth!Replacement Will
If it's never enough, even the air, even the breath,
Doesn't it worth to fight, fight for will, fight to death?
I'm no Adam, i want revenge, not a replacement Seth!
