“A guy, cloaked in white,
will not mean you harm.
A girl, glistening in light,
delivered him a charm.
Moon and Sun gave us hope,
as Goddesses affirm the Earth,
with two child’s blessed.
Chained to an invisible rope,
broken loose after the rebirth,
of a soul fooled and heisted.
Then Earth will roam,
hopes are long gone,
‘til they both unfold,
and keep chaos on hold.”
“As old as this ruse is,
is the ancient Angel,
whose peace never came.
Silently roams in the abyss,
the metaphor of a devil,
shackled within hate and shame.
Temptation to those yearning,
a thousand millennia,
passed as a weeping rose.
Appreciation to those learning,
innocence within an aura,
blood shrouded these woes.
Seduction is my vehemence, as my soul is purely crafted.”