The Antagonist,
Mnieq Polk
Greed, Glutton, and Pride.
All of the deadly sins.
Possessed you enough to hide,
The fatal truth within.
Swimming pools of agony.
Over the considerate, you glide.
As if feelings were shallow mountains, you glide.
Full body suit of armor, flashing your pride.
Leaving the souls of the river to flow in agony.
You scale up the valleys of feral sin.
Never give a glance at the heart within.
Under all of the armor; it hides.
Children start to cry, shadows start to hide.
Through the loop and under the stairs they glide.
For even the windows within,
Crack; when revealed your upcoming pride.
Nose filled with scents of sin
Leaves room for tears of agony.
All flourished scenery dies immersing feelings of agony.
Birds start to fly North, and groundhogs go to hide.
While the Mocking-bird sings songs of sin.
Back over the mountains, the bear glides.
Bees and butterflies stop showing their pride.
The mice stop hiding from within.
I don’t understand why you hide, the feelings you have within.
At any rate, you’ll collapse in agony.
Bearing a wolf just to show a bit of pride.
But the sacrificial lamb you hide.
To the slaughter it glides.
As the slayer inhales scents of sin.
It seems that you inhale air and choose to breathe out sin.
Possibly, to cover up your fragile wounds within.
Over the mountains you glide.
To escape the feelings of agony.
Or maybe you try to hide?
Then go and flaunt your illusion of pride.
Glide over my emotions, just to replace them with sin.
Pride endless flaunting; ignoring my feelings within.
Agony I face every time, from you I start to hide.
Mnieq Polk
Greed, Glutton, and Pride.
All of the deadly sins.
Possessed you enough to hide,
The fatal truth within.
Swimming pools of agony.
Over the considerate, you glide.
As if feelings were shallow mountains, you glide.
Full body suit of armor, flashing your pride.
Leaving the souls of the river to flow in agony.
You scale up the valleys of feral sin.
Never give a glance at the heart within.
Under all of the armor; it hides.
Children start to cry, shadows start to hide.
Through the loop and under the stairs they glide.
For even the windows within,
Crack; when revealed your upcoming pride.
Nose filled with scents of sin
Leaves room for tears of agony.
All flourished scenery dies immersing feelings of agony.
Birds start to fly North, and groundhogs go to hide.
While the Mocking-bird sings songs of sin.
Back over the mountains, the bear glides.
Bees and butterflies stop showing their pride.
The mice stop hiding from within.
I don’t understand why you hide, the feelings you have within.
At any rate, you’ll collapse in agony.
Bearing a wolf just to show a bit of pride.
But the sacrificial lamb you hide.
To the slaughter it glides.
As the slayer inhales scents of sin.
It seems that you inhale air and choose to breathe out sin.
Possibly, to cover up your fragile wounds within.
Over the mountains you glide.
To escape the feelings of agony.
Or maybe you try to hide?
Then go and flaunt your illusion of pride.
Glide over my emotions, just to replace them with sin.
Pride endless flaunting; ignoring my feelings within.
Agony I face every time, from you I start to hide.