What you see is never real

What you know, you cannot feel

Hope is death, burned into light

Dreaming’s doom, borne into night

I hope your “love” will save you now

For I cannot imagine how

Killing puppies saves your soul

(As, all-in-all, you’re made of coal)

Bloody pulp of wretched lies,

I know (inside) your heart, it dies

And all the while, you preach your ways

Dying to kill your brighter ways

And “save” yourself from unseen foes

(Rending your wings to end you woes)