Adopted by the son of man
A gun so rear that it shoots confidence until it gives in
Breathes into veins and promotes pain so it can gain authority over your past, present, and future.
Where does it usually get the audacity from
It's rare yet not that profound
Its pair of shoes is unique yet not browned
It has ears that are not earthbound
Adopted by Sun of man
But which son of man
Is he the master of fate
Does he own swords that generate pain
How does he usually work
He must be an art piece loitering the world,
Lost from the museum when no artist belonging to it
Shout out to him
For he has good taste when he paints pain
His brushes never seem to be wasted
Always read with eagerness to ruin another next-coming soul
Through him, bodies keep on tossing every night
Hearts running on the same higher speed
And where did he get that audacity to ruin souls at night
Where are we supposed to get energy from
Fear must at least have mercy on us
Tell your creator, we had enough of the torture
Who inspired you to do what you do
Because you seem to be a sweet demon waiting just for a chance to relax
The time I flex you bring up jealousy
Jealousy in you, that I am sure you won't know how to speak for
Adopted by the son of man
But who gave birth to it
How did it
When the unknown pushed it out of her womb for the world to see
It fed on her soul until it brought numbness to her soul
She turned fifty at the age of 20
She was pretty until she ate the fruit of plenty envy phantasms
Where are we supposed to get the energy from
To wash away all your weariness from our hearts
We are beings of make mistakes
But you make us afraid to make even one
How are we supposed to embrace humanity
When you embrace death into our integrity
Who will save us now from your evil deeds
So evil that in the vil in your name breaks bodies
Faking awesomeness to be whole
Who spelled your name and who wrote it on your palm and finger
Indeed, your brushes are never waisted
Painting red marks on my neck
And every morning, I see you live through my body
Solace is your biggest
But why so much hate toward it
All he did was good and all you did was bad?
You don't even need to prove a point so we can explain what kind of a culprit you are
Enough is enough
But do you know what enough means?
You keep fluctuating
Waiting for the opportunity to strike in
Just face the fact of defeat
The promise is to not leave long
One thing has to end
Which is you
So stop embracing your evil deeply and thinking you will never leave
You will never survive
As long as solace still exists
