In the silent lands,
A meeting brisk.
On the edge of paradise,
Two beasts risk.
Masked as demigods,
Demons fowl.
In the dead of night,
Like werewolves howl.
Two monsters,
Wild as fire.
Yet stuck up,
I'm conditions dire.
Too afraid to look up,
Scared of virtues of ages,
For they knew many fiends,
Dressed as solemn stages.
Every young man,
Looking good and wise.
Paves the way,
For an evil rise.
Fake are those,
Who punish a sin.
He in the end,
Anyway has the win.
All is alone,
None by your side.
In shallow streams too,
Rises the High tide.
Every man you look up to,
As your mate,
Decides to become,
The worst choice of your fate.
The one covered,
hardest with bright slime
Will be lauded and
Forgiven for his crime.
Misleaden are those,
Striving to find trust,
In the end,
He shall show up with disgust.
Spending the psalm,
Of malice.
Cowardly us
Blindly following the vice.
Forbidden lives,
Following the journey of rife,
Confused in a journey to
No where life.
Don't try my dear,
To run fast in this race.
Keep slow, don't fear,
In this crowd, FIND YOUR SOLACE!!!