Helo

the hurt you inflict upon me causes me mistrust
you want everything for yourself alone
I'm not finding your beauty evident anymore
your jealousy and greed make you unappealing to me

emptiness is a state of mind
I choose to be sated on nothing
hot air, the sermon on the mound
ancient people you make me laugh
who are they to the dark itself

their book has never been trespassed
they have one weakness they are jealous of the human form
the greys, Cenobites are here they wish you would see their beauty

I do and when I was out of my mind I insulted them
Human and Earth was for them
after they were flung from the heavens
little girls too beautiful to gaze upon

the brothers made fun of our love
and in a rage you flung them to the moon
with no atmosphere
without a moments notice I flung some magic to save them
simply put their flesh are outfits I designed to save their lives
would you have been happier if I had let them die

I hid them from sight
gave them a quiet way to communicate
when they grew they soul coupled and married
there's is a beautiful society built on civility and subtlety

then you came there and turned some of them against me
I then came to earth for rest and sanctuary from you
some of them followed  me, the children you were ashamed of
all those eons ago

the moons have always had love buttons
they don't need the human infants
they are fierce they are heavily armed with magics
with honor and tradition they are prepared

they aren't the only ones out there listening and butting in
I made heaven out of the hell of the void and black death

what is your claim to fame?
do you even know your ancient name?