Sheridan Eastman

I'm done with the lies and ruin Through with your dishonesty. Why do you torture me so When you know How fragile my conscience can be? How you imagine reality Evades all the thoughts but my own. For I know what's inside The depths of your mind Just waiting to surface and show. Your smiling sweetness fools all Who have managed to fall into your grip. But what if they knew, If you were to be true, To your actual colors and script? Would they still choose to follow your orders? Would they obey without locks and a key? Yes, it's true They would do as you do For they are too far gone to see. Under your spell you have them Awaiting your every demand They think you're a goddess Though deep in your boddess Is hidden the explicit plan. The plan to destroy and demolish The loved ones of those worshipping you Has already become More handling than one Is capable of knowing what to do. So clean up your bloodstains and blueprints. Give up the sword for you've won. The war never happened. The flags never dampened The love one's happiness of one. You jealous and envious creature! You petty and serious thing! Can't you accept The tears you have wept Are the tears of those you're killing?