As I look beyond
I see a meadow
a canvas of God’s paint
the purple violets burst in joy when it rains
the blue grass so beautiful in its gaze
but it is simply a painting
a disguise
for something dark and corrupt

The grass is hellish green
and the violets turn into roses in the black rain
roses filled with red blood of 800 soldiers
God’s paint
turned into the devil’s spit
the devil’s spit is eternal
in the meadow.