to tell my words
to tell my words i use--
to weave the veil of truth
to let the light shine through
to cast a spell to rebound illusions.
to those that my words pretend to use
to mix their evil intentions,
i say remember that a heart of darkness
recoils in its own fires of doom.
the body of a man, his temple as it were
reflects the light that dwells in his heart,
so too the darkness that it does posses.
Look at a man's face, his countenance, his eyes--
find the light or darkness that they do project,
to tell if it is love or hate that dwell in his core.
the gaze of a man, with time, reflects the force
that beats through his veins to make his blood flow.
to weave the veil of truth
to let the light shine through
to cast a spell to rebound illusions.
to those that my words pretend to use
to mix their evil intentions,
i say remember that a heart of darkness
recoils in its own fires of doom.
the body of a man, his temple as it were
reflects the light that dwells in his heart,
so too the darkness that it does posses.
Look at a man's face, his countenance, his eyes--
find the light or darkness that they do project,
to tell if it is love or hate that dwell in his core.
the gaze of a man, with time, reflects the force
that beats through his veins to make his blood flow.
