Little Child

How truly beautiful is the rose?

Inticing, its scent is so sweet

So intoxicating you hardly notice

The sting of the thorn in your finger

Foolish foolish child of light

You envy the darkness

You want the demons beneath your feet

I see whats inside of you

I see your true lusty heart

Stupidity craves a master

You pay the ultimate price

For undying sacrifce

Say one last prayer

Believe me, it falls on deaf ears

If God could speak

Your miserable ears would bleed

You lusty little child of light

Deciever of all that is good in this life

F**k you and the bed that you lay

Dont be decieved

Evil isnt all its cracked up to be

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So true! To these lines here

Dont be decieved
Evil isnt all its cracked up to be

I like this write, well written and stated