A hot vibrant warmth on the outside,
Liquid metal flowing with golds, browns, and blacks,
But the shells are solid and impenetrable to The Gullible.
The Gullible want friends, and they want
Searing loyalty that may never exist.
They are loving; they are lovable; and God loves them.
But those in the shells shall cause The Gullible to die.
Those in the shells are brilliant in deception,
And they sizzle The Gullible with warm flaming metals.
Those in the shells do not want peace.
They hide a fierce and screaming ice inside the shells.
The Gullible get stabbed by the ice but keep coming back.
The Gullible actually think those in the shells care,
That those in the shells want to be kind,
That those in the shells are actually loving humans.
Those in the shells love no one and want nothing
But to stab all day and when The Gullible run,
Those in the shells spray shards of ice.
The Gullible bleed terribly from the ice.
The ice pierces so fiercely, the blood covers all.
The blood suffocates The Gullible and they drown.
Those in the shells love the massive chaos.
They want everything to be wrong and this feeds their ice.
Those in the shells want The Gullible to hurt and to die.
Those in the shells always live longer, inspired by anger.
But when those in shells die, the ice turns on their insides,
And it takes years for the miserable death to be done.
You think The Gullible are stupid, but they are happy.
The Gullible are loving; they are loveable; and God loves them.
The Gullible die quickly and die in peace. The shells are unforgiven.