Cloaked figures play
children hide in alley ways
puppets articulate hope;
man preaches peace.
Orchestral scores,
now humanist doors
hedonist music to abhor.
Crumbled leaves all around
perfection of the finest crown
wrapped away in a locket
playfully people poetically die
death does part to a sick sad start
twice they will die, once will you
a part from the valley is the doorman's ally
where in which children play
cries, torments,
sick sad days.
plays of life, hidden strife
ended lives, saddening spies
poets without life, dead-men with passion
sick children abandoned
the pains hidden inside of a swallow do not go unheard
sighs of a lonely child are not disregarded
unseen sins do not go unknown
the girl with the slit wrists isnt left alone
a puzzle known as strife is a part of christian life.
death and deciet will follow, flight after flight.
one death for you.
two deaths for him.
How can we live with that, with it set in stone?
Christian life, Christian Strife.
