Satan's angels fly through the dim blue sky 

Dropping seeds that plant innocent looking trees

People row away from their exiled land 

Spotting those innocent looking trees 

Hope is a lightning rod for cynicism 

But the cynics always had two eyes at the back of their head

Spotting the slight waver in those oh so perfect trees

People grovel onto the land taking in the sea breeze

They don't spot any waver in the trees so they carry on

Fruits arrayed in bright colors 

Vines hanging down the jungle trees 

It's so inviting with shade , food , greenery , and promise of slumber  

They count the shooting stars till both eyes fall into a deep sleep

They wake up the next morning looking for the lost city

But doing that they forget they’re in a lawless land

Further out they go the less they see of that beautiful jungle

People perish , People mourn 

Their tongues are dry of thirst

Their throats clench in desperation 

The moist soil and fresh green leaves promised water

But they are dying of thirst 

Till an oasis is spotted

Water glistening from the reflection of the burning sun

They try to run to catch it before it slips their measly hands

But once they get there the water is meager

It tastes like salt and runs their throats dry

Out of desperation they feast on each other souls

What once was brother and sister 

Is now traitor and victim 

But fuel always needs to be refueled 

Oh what will you do?

Blame the optimists or the cynics

You will still be in this predicament

A starving soul can't feast on the dry summer heat

Oh what will you do?

Count your steps till you fall?

Leave with nothing at all?

No you keep going 

Collapsing after your lungs give out 

Hoping there is still promise of water 

That you are too smart to be deceived 

Forgetting that trapped isn't a place but a mental state

watering holes are a place people go to die

So you rot , perish , bury , and sprout into one of those innocent looking trees

As satan's angels fly through the dim blue sky