Haters.
We are in a race of who is better,
In search of one to rule over,
We forgot who the enemy is,
so we find ourselves a hater.
Working hard to better the hater,
forgetting the common devourer
Who mocks, as we make competitor
of the other, when we could stay lover.
No evil.
In the people he worked evil, we still love
By his hand they 9 to 5 stones at us
That evil may fill our days
On their heaped stone we will stand
Taller to see God’s word, we’ll be bland.
Knowing all things work for our good
Awake, we will rise as His sun
He makes us up, taking lashes
For our lashes, with blows
For our brows, at the end it’s wows.
Beauty’s scars.
Your beauty glows from your scars
Those thick skin thwarting troubles,
You are a golden dust rising, flying?
in the storms you grew wings.
You have lost your reverse gear
getting hammered even in the dark
standing in the woods till an ark,
is made perfect for the great king.
