it has been known that you can't kill if you aren't loved.
Suffering for this relief has made grief so smooth to sleep with it,
all alone in the cutting hill of hope, where we all have been.
Screaming noises we couldn't understand.
And if she had her guns triggered like Artemis had her arc,
she was just wondering between the forests to save her life.
And if she had her love triggered like Aphrodite had her heart,
she was just wondering between the palaces longing her lust.
All that left is pain from the burned hills,
and it is running deep in me as you give me away.
In the heart of the river I flow like you did.
The skies turn from blue to blackas you gave away all your love,
there is not fortress that you could have kept it
so you gave in to the damage than holding on.
And if you had your guns ready to fire, you didn't have the pride,
the pride to walk the life of sanity to insanity.
And if you had your guns ready to fire, you didn't have the madness,
the madness to fire the life of sanity to insanity.
Words are so cutting and they can kill, but the use of this language has been lost.
They are all screaming noises that we don't understand
we can't communicate,
this why the wars have been running all these years.
At least Artemis and Aphrodite were fighting for natural lust while we are fighting
for a piece of gold madness dressed like pride.
And you have been out of it, no temple
to keep your longing soul and save your teary roles.
It doesn't matter if the Gods had their guns, it was more that this.