makarelsardines

It's a picture.
          A lovely picture.
          
          Kids playing in the grass.
          Lively chat among lads and lass.
          
          So funny. So happy.
          Said the naive mind of a child.
          
          You can see, but so narrow.
          Hidden from you, the world full of sorrow.
          
          It's a picture.
          A lovely picture.
          
          But hidden behind those beautifully 
          crafted frames,
          Are the burning flames of hell.