Writing
Evil’s Tool
0I spend every day, mocking all that’s good
Surely I’m not jealous, just of a different brood
What are there to envy, always losing face?
Coming last forever, in the cosmic race?
But good surely don’t need me, to seems like a fool
Although I’ll gladly help, cause I am evil’s tool
Piper
0Spreading misery and music, from hamlet to town
It’s all about to end, he’s surely going down
Follow the trail of missing souls, and we will find our man
Make him pay for what we lost, in any way we can
Children are the future, and he took it away
Playing tunes and playing friends, leading all astray
The Ways of God
0The will of the creator, he bathes all in light
Until mishap strikes, turning all dark as night
The will of the creator, he shares all our pain
Until breaking hearts, calling tears to rain
The will of the creator, none can know his mind
Is he here to save us all, or were we left behind?
