Dear Devil, are we damned?
In dedication to our destiny, demise, I comprise a letter full of lies. A simple note, stating that we tried to survive. With power in pen, no canons leaving brains or dead where we tread we formed a global compromise called the 'world will not end'. My friend, fear is the seed of hatred from which all pain stems to stand vacant. Though I know you're smart enough to see. Please tell me, the plant that grows in a pot of faces full of fake pledges and sick historical pages is a lie. Please I beg of you serpent of vagueness, bat-winged warrior of battle worn blankness, answer the question for god's sake be he so sick of seeing us cause pain. Will one day we join hands, and spread love at last? For one time, will we try and rewrite the past?
Our delirious love called hate, is a no man's keepsake. It's a dead end, with dead friends and dead decades pending. A friendship holds peace, a love that's worth making. A race shares the key, it's for nobodies taking.