“Tell me you love me yet you never show”
How cogent must I give for you to know?
“I need to see it, I need to feel it”
Feel it? I am not the one to make it!
“Show me, else I won’t consider your love”
Tell me, what kind of faith do you have?
“I have a faith, and it is for the Lord”
Like I tell you, my love is like His word!
For nothing I could do to make you believe
For faith comes first before you receive
The burning love that you shall ever feel
Even I’m in blue; even I can’t kneel;
Even people won’t believe my love for you;
But with faith, my love will ever be true.
Rise on a recurring ride
Tackled with trifling towers
With green, gilded spires that guide
The pool of poison’s powers
That defies denizens to doom;
That harbors hell’s harbinger —
Burning in the balloon — boom!
Mirth as small as Mazinger Z;
“A minute for what it means?”
Minute? More like, Mazinger Z! Mazinger-sized monster’s miens,
Larger than its leafy limbs
Crawled to my cavern of crave
While I watch my wily weeds;
Cunt crushed my creedal conclave,
Needlessly nicked my needs;
Mazinger mashed with its mace;
Gallant, gnashed with coup de grace;
Cavern crushed and I in craze;
But I got up goofing gas;
Hot like hell along the haze.
Put the pot on the perfect place;
And read the riddles while they race.
My child, were you born perhaps to die?
Sweet child, was that the reason you cry?
I brought you in this world filled with grime;
Sound the trumpets of darkness sans rhyme;
Because of myself I brought you pain;
I gave you the flesh apt to be slain.
I curse the one who created me;
And curse the creator who formed thee.