The One Who Tried

Being evil doesn't make you powerful.

He was grilling the ribs. They were glazed with BBQ sauce.

But the rain came.

I had to rush to save the ribs from the water.

You ruined our future.

Our future cooking on the grill.

I had to rush to try to save it.

I had to rush to try to save our futures—brother and I

Could have had.

I dreamed this dream a few nights ago.

Being evil doesn't make you powerful.

You think you are powerful.

You are full of ego.

Your evil knows no bounds.

Your premeditation made no sound.

But I am the Queen of Leisure.

You could not pressure the angels.

They did save me.

They saved brother too.

I see their feathers, all around me.

One small white feather.

One large white feather.

They wish me to know their presence.

Make no mistake.

Your evil has a price.

Make no mistake.

You will pay.

You have no idea what you have done to yourself.

Your belief is not required.

Make no mistake.

Being evil doesn't make you powerful.

Make no mistake.

The err in your ways will cook, and bake.

When the dough rises, you will fall.

The poison of existence fooled you.

Your soul tarnished by hellish arsenic.

Make no mistake.

The quake in your soul is your rose canyon fault.