Flashy country outside...
Clean streets, polite people, expensive air..
Built to last..
Respect for fellowship...splendid development..
Well deserved..
Inside, the void gets bigger..
Cover Layers peel off in honest moments..
Honest to self..
Pain had altered perception..
Good defense yet poor facade.
Not built to last.
His God had given him everything..
Or, everything he wanted..
Save the life force..
He had come to accept that..
Grateful for the abundance..
But in moments like these the heart loses control..
Wretched thing..
And imagines one for himself..
That, which the lord had denied..
In moments like these
He betrays the his lord...and becomes the devil himself..
Maybe once the devil loved the lord thus..
And was spurned...
To hide the pain, he hurts himself..
By turning against the lord..
And becomes him, in his moment of rare slip...
When he turns out the lord and connects with himself.
Clean streets, polite people, expensive air..
Built to last..
Respect for fellowship...splendid development..
Well deserved..
Inside, the void gets bigger..
Cover Layers peel off in honest moments..
Honest to self..
Pain had altered perception..
Good defense yet poor facade.
Not built to last.
His God had given him everything..
Or, everything he wanted..
Save the life force..
He had come to accept that..
Grateful for the abundance..
But in moments like these the heart loses control..
Wretched thing..
And imagines one for himself..
That, which the lord had denied..
In moments like these
He betrays the his lord...and becomes the devil himself..
Maybe once the devil loved the lord thus..
And was spurned...
To hide the pain, he hurts himself..
By turning against the lord..
And becomes him, in his moment of rare slip...
When he turns out the lord and connects with himself.
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