I erase it from my heart
Before it grows to hurt
From the stream of blood
It must flow to the space
Apparently, before the wound smells

I will learn to hate
The fake promises of love
The fake smiles of love
The fake pleasures of love
And any fake thoughts of life

I curse the times
When all seems to be evil
Friendship has gone
And love is expensive
No more laughter, the scenes are scaring

I will try to imitate
The good terms of the Saviour
To console and heal the broken hearts of the least
I will teach and instill, the good values of humanity
In all, before the water runs deep

I will call my friends and show them love
That which existed before satanity
I will search the script
The holy books of the Spirit
And learn to imitate the good acts of the prophets