RMC

Take this brutal time
I’m sorry for being you;
empathy is a remedy
that sticks like nails glue.

Failing is no logic pain
is absent for rapid change
that I died I’ve died twice
for you I have to relax brain.

The tides I love them
is crimson value life strife
is upon a creed a knife
tells me to get a life.

Rip me to shreds fed
is a brook I am shook
by us breaking bread
there is a pain a nook.

I speak of sacrifice is nice
allow the crucifix too bleed
something for the eyes
something for the need.

Metaphor for a mission
into a sweet division
let’s clear away intuition
and semblance addition.

Admonition is permission
and a miracle it’s not killing you.
Think for me my dear kin
sin is where I’ll begin truth.

They know me well
I know the Lord Christian
I know I am red tell
of hell and it will be well in.

You need me I need you
my love this letter feathers
will keep up kin again together
in stormy rainy weather.

Tether these hands change,
do you want to change it?
You will have to make me
want to fake it.

Will the crusades far vast
conquer us our will still?
Fake won’t make it be real
bite the hand that feeds ill.

Brutal brutal brutal life
I am of strife.
Ill I’ll kill the life no other
brother on knees survives.

Inquisition of my soul,
fill it in the edge of cold
that in the end sin thin
can be of my story told.

Hollow end of the soul
feel the fun in the sun
feed the need of control
not in the fear of some gun.

Will you stay tomorrow?
Will you stay all the sorrow?
Will your will be something
that I can beg plead borrow?

Can I sign a deal with the
devil on another level
will be upon another fellow
called the shadow the Devil.