stolen ones
by Mauro Carrillo
In the bright of day I see you twisting the truth, Clear as the bright blue sky hidden amongst unknowing people. The time will come when you will scheme no more for the one is near, The fear you feel is real I pity you and those you steal.
Why must you be that which destroys for no reason? The hidden truth will soon reveal why it is you kill that which is loved by him.
(2015)