Pesticide

The devil pray for the light again
He was assumed by rage when it did not beckon
His fears dried up like dust the world crumbled around him
We found him bleeding upon his grace

Still, he was petrified from his actions
The man inside realized he was flawed
What a fate worse than death
Anxiety misled me with a doubt

The devil inside is killing us
So pray to Angels all you like
You forgot what the seven deadly sins are?
You indulge yourself in your desires

So what's fight-or-flight in melancholy weather
you look like you're drowning in the pool of tar
like the dirt under your fingernails you were swallowed whole
We found you bleeding upon your grace

◄ Breathing

I Bet ►

Comments

Kevin T.S. Tan

Fri 5th Mar 2021 15:25

That is what pesticide does to us

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