The tools of hate embellishing love, as time passes us by the clock wears a frown, Mysteries no longer fun,solved years before, We wait,for what? as the anvil crashes down.
Shattering myths,dreams, even faith. sit and listen to the air,its nice, Nice to dream as reality grips us, nice when all Hell has broken loose, nice as we sweat,burning even our bones.
As the anvil crashes down we laugh, we also cry,the fortunate may die, Granting freedom where it never existed, the joyous relaxation of being at peace.
Peace? It never comes to those who dare, to speak words of truth, Satan listens,then attacks,defenseless, we falter,enveloped by his pain.
Pain in life,pain in hope,pain of being right, as the anvil crushes even your souls. This was a lesson,read it,then destroy it, someone may be watching,and it's not God.
