A Pearl for Lucifer
If the devil created this song,
He must love god,
The aspirations of the fallen,
Destitute in muddy puddles.
We do not understand,
The way to redemtion,
The stones and rocks filling the sky,
Are but notes on a songsheet.
Answers are not expected,
Questions are thrown like pearled dew falling to the ground,
Arranged under autumnal leafs,
Where all humanity forrage like beasts with hands.
Trying to retrace a reflection from up above.