"Kiss The Demons And Make Them Cry"
Kiss The Demons And Make Them CryKiss the demons and make them cry.
Turn their bloodlust and hatred into a vacant plight...
because when none of them are left...
we'll experience the safest night.
We were entitled to peace...
but let them rape our right...
drape our knights...
in the dullest suits of armor...
and capes of spite...
take our light...
to prevent us from taking flight.
The weight of the world isn't something...
we should have grown accustomed to making light.
Silver bullets or silver linings...
which one is for making bright...
from dark skies...
and turning sight...
to humanity's brave new heights...
which a blind man can see...
that we're not reaching.
I'm just crying out from the inside...
I'm not preaching.
Kiss the demons and make them cry.
Kill them with kindness...
pudding...and...
pie.
They painted this picture of chilling I scribe...
we're admiring their artistry...
all the while we chide...
"They...villains...not...I."
We all hate for the demons to rise...
but we all hate so the demons still rise...
we made the fate that deemed them ill lives...
so we take the cake and eat till demise
The Devil's got an army...
we all salute him at times...
and do battle with our shadows...
behind enemy lines...
heads on a mantle piece...
bucking for prize...
sun shades won't keep the flames from these gluttonous eyes.
Put an end to the madness...
let bygones die...
put the dogs of the world to sleep...
let them lie...
Kissing the demons and making them cry...
only happens when you kiss the demons...
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goodbye
© 2010 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.
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