Concentration blurs out the need to see.
In the soil I plant a seed with a wish.

Dark night holding on tight to the innocents that seek its’ cold embrace concealed
The warmth that comes from it is oblivious Evil.

Unknowingly they lay on the tips of the poisonous needles
If metal was meant to bore the skin, we’d have been born with it

A desire for the innocent to remain naïve and joyous
In addition, the guilty to take up their faults and stand tall finally in the right

Why must the earth take her children and toss them about so harshly?
Challenging them keeps the strong alive while weak perish under the heels of the others.

Innocence protects not the kind, nor the openhanded.
Hate over runs the minds of the guilt ridden and desperate.

Innocents so tainted in their desire to be old now
Contaminated adults pray to be naive again

Oh, the wishes that will not award the yearning
Let the poisons seep downhill and slaughter if you fancy it so

Killing hits hard the lives of those that do not know they hold the death mark next.
Life is approved to the ones that seize others lives with their hands and twirl it
Like a snapping towel ready to strike.

Blame lays on those that are innocent
Innocence granted to those that are to blame

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