garden child
veins made of stems
covered in flowers
with lilac limbs
breathing out life
brimming with strife
'cause she knows
as do we
that withered
she soon will be
surrounded by eyes
held up by lies
our garden child pretends
that her season will not end

The devil cries
because hes tired of the dark.
Do you think god grieves
down in his heart?
we are all gods children,
but it seems to me
that good and bad can get hard to tell apart.

the devils tears are sweeter than the rain
because he feels the world
and knows its his pain
there's much sadness in the world
and if hes to blame
don't you think even he
would feel some shame?

i can be cruel and i can be kind
do you think evil rests in my mind?
what if there were only you and me
and what we make of this world,
left alone like children
we will fall to our knees.
to escape from our greed.

If you'd admit to the evil in your soul
And saw that God would not fix it..
Would you wish for a cure?
With earthly ways we can save our days


The gods have bigger games to Play..