A Delusion May Still Suffice

For rehearsals of the future, we skip the past,

Only to run back into it, united at last,

Your dreams can't make up for the pain you caused,

Witness the power of hopes that you lost.

The fields of roses are covered in ash,

You walk among the shadows, the macabre

The sunlight is gone, and in a sudden flash,

You see the demon engulf the self that you are.

The charred remains of your present days,

Casting a shadow of horror, an eclipse like phase

Carving your soul in so many ways,

They call you the ghost rider, as they dig your grave.

And soon you see a blinding light,

You clutch at your eyes, begging for sight.

You see all the hate is just love in disguise,

For men like you, a delusion may still suffice.

Men like you stand at the door for a price,

Guarding the filth and garbage of another's mind

Reaching for glory, thinking up a scheme,

Terrorizing everyone you see with your grand regime

Your fate is sealed, it's etched in the sky

Your soul is doomed for all the good you defied.

But maybe one day we meet again, rejoiced at love

Or maybe, you'll just watch over me from up above...