Trick or Trick

Oh my I mean treat my dear

Hallowed ground or hollowed heart

Faithless end or loveless start

These are the questions with a twist the fallen tease in our resist

Slyly turning us from light

In cultivating life of plight

These are the tortures tools of trade in our lives lost or suffer made

Life of glitter life of gold

Bursting flash then flesh to mold

These are the age old recipes to steal our souls to eternity

Anything your hearts desire

Promise from the fallen liar

Success across the centuries in defiance and mockery

These are the battles of evermore the final conflict we have atore



Patient of life, attempting to heal oneself by Quill. Transitioning from a profession of technology.