Makeshift armor can’t protect my heart
From stray bullets
Blink past
Scattered pictures
Drawn from peach rainbows and olive Elms.
Makeshift armor can’t protect my soul
Tears of decorated walls
And A for apple.
Take the easy way out
Don’t sin and live with transgressions.
You didn’t see him,
Hiding behind the quivering lover
The guardian lover
And you didn’t see him.
Take the easy way out
Leave the strong to pick up the remains.
Saint's Muse 