A childhood stolen
With an unknown cruelty
A lie is flowing
With insanity of fouling

Magic at the moment
Like a tiny animation
A fear is holding
Controlling, recantation

A loss of life
A deep down falling
Hates of people
An unmade chocking

A betrayal of a friend
They've framed the innocence
A fairness of the eye
They've killed a child's sense

Confusion is a fog
Understanding of a slog
A lie is creeping
Controlling, steeling
Behind unsaved,
Steal and graved
They hunt all flamed
Hate the dead

Innocence of dirt
Is stolen at night
Sadness of the eye
Is creased outside

Tired of the game
Waiting till the end
The truth has not matter
Suddenly is slaved
Blood in their eyes
A hole in his pocket
A lie of no fights
Is snapped; his falling.

The lie has disappeared
The truth is out knocked
The truth of their hate
No sense in those holds

Deeper cry
Fear and anger
Unending fleer
A sudden danger

Repeating false
Repeat conviction
The innocence
hastily gradation
Will come alive
At end of days
Will cry forgiveness
Will hate their hate

A false accusation
It dirties pureness
In a light that has died
And will never have showiness.