Come with me, and you will see
Your every thirst turned to water.
For where fortune lies and essence dies,
Grab my burnt and blistered hand,
Though to you, the skin is pure.
Seize the fame, and I your soul,
For it is your heart's desire.
Look at me, my cloud white smile,
It couldn't be a trick,
Though behind it all is charred and black,
My souls in endless fire.
So will you now come with me,
and trade it for what you've always treasured?
Grab the bribe with no regret,
Or violently admire?
Created: Apr 19, 2010Document Media