I lock the gods on your shelter and sing if half to sleep

i wake the body of the devil and soar beyond it to revive me, and then awake and then awaken and then die by no evil and rise to no faul and wherever you see this i hope it makes sense i've denied all ugly to your beauty and made heaven of your side. I war you today and make you tomorrow and so much for being the loneliest god and the world ileft on your soul to destroy and wherever you see this i fake it as a sign you did good and then well and then everything is fine. I hate your hair and your ugly makeup,and I sear you over for the death of the gods that left me on fire, and i see you 24 then minus your 7 and wake you to the end of minnesota and the friends group. I hope love locks down on its heels before it finds you and I hope summer never rearranges to your seen. As well as God doth the exit and the devil doth the devils duties I wear you so proud when you bleed black and die blue.