Defeated

Hell with the curses I spoke
Hell with the sins I kissed
Heal the peccadilloes and their cores
Heal the dog that cannot bark
Take me to the cathedral
And guarantee me not to snivel
Since every time I engrave my manner
A rip flees my night
Take me to the mountains
To wristwatch the mortals eating the lies
Shove me down those mountains
Before they descend on those cries
This touched world is defeated
This world is full of black lyrics
This world is lying
Believe not that he veils the secret
The secret is in the hand of us
The secret is in the hand of the angels
The angels that delimited my soul
The angels that seized my fear
Held my optimism and my dear
The angels that whacked the evil
Took him away never to come back
Never to turn my garments to black
"Wanna be's" crammed our contaminations
For that we forgot the patience
And failed to remember the gloomed situations
We feinted the earth to amend
We made it be defeated
God forgot us here
But yet in his fortress we are welcomed
In his castle we should not fear
Since paleness is in our souls
And angels are always near
I write this poem not to rhyme my words
I write it not to put it above my bed
I write it to burn it in your heart
I write it to rub the sin of a guitar
To tear out the worthlessness in your glass of wine
To fill your stratums with accuracy and beauty
To cure the safety in the hands of mine