the made up wolrd

Here is silence of the day the moon wane,
it’s ironic they all creatures are breaking in the made up world.

Hello, pieces of moon and pieces of me.
Are you turning into sins I can’t see?
How so? You think it’s sad?
How I wish you were turning into hopes I could see.

I won’t change my will no matter how the days go by.
No, I can’t change for.

Here is silence of the day the moon wax,
it’s ironic that all creatures are greedy in the universe.

But I am one of the greedy creatures. I know.
I’m sure you know such a thing, too.
Yes, I am one of all broken creatures. I know.
You know. So please don’t turn into sins.

And please shine your lights on me.
If you do so, I can leave here.
So please don’t turn into sins.
And please shine your lights on all.
If you do so, all are sure to turn into what all should be.