wAsTeD!

wAsTeD...!

The carcass of evey life
touches the soil
silence cries out loud
when plunder mourns for sound...

You have set a bait
to trap the innocence at the gate
but evil shall never overcome the good
'coz chariots and horses shall wave thy cord...

Though roses do have thorns
you shall not adore her as fragile
she has thorns to protect herself
couldn't just pick
in your words and trick...

As long as there is fancy
every toil shall not conceive a tree
worn out...ruined...in vain...
and it breeds out to but a nothing
it is wasted to take a look for something!