Art of Life

Your life a disguise
For the rage deep inside
Want to change the world
But won’t commit to the art
It fades slowly into decay
Until your suffering
To death

I'm in this for those who died
Before being given a home or names yet
Undermined life by a myth until no choice existed
White blood cells backed off with the will
To survive

Life is a disguise
For the soul inside
What most never find
Wearing skin but can’t fight
Forgot the existence of love
It fades slowly into decay
Until all is suffering
Unto death

I’m in this for the children
Prenatal deaths meant to survive
Our Father all our art in heaven
If so call upon you more often
To imbue other’s right to life

Blessings from beyond
Grace came out vomiting toxins
The abortion clinic messed up
Everyone’s right to survive
She is tired and half dead
Submissive to breathing
Life’s true high

I'm in this for those who died
Before being given a home or names yet
Undermined life via myth until no choice exist
White blood cells backed off love extinguish
Initiate the pushing to purge a life
Grace comes out half alive
A massive will to survive

Dedicated to the children
Worldwide is my selfless promise
To live the crooked path of awareness
A conscious level to unravel human ignorance
Every night grace survives is a silence to clinical preyer
On lonely wounded impressionable people
Choice is a sacrifice for more than a few
For many who fight the devil often
I fought him last night
Almost lost it