the seconds and minutes pass by like tomorrow has already begun and we count the days like the year has already passed us by and through all of this we lose count of what our cherubs bring but rather hold account on how often the devil falters us with his satanic ways
of course this is all it will amount to
when your mind doesn’t contain what he drew
which of your lords favours will you deny?
which of your secrets never form a lie?
stumble like you’ve never stumbled
walk like you’ve never walked
love like there is no later
and smile for the maker
where can there be wrong when no ill gotten gain was foreseen?