We are, far apart, sweethearts, Life be hard, Carving a knife at us off guard, Scarred, at the churchyard, Receiving post cards in our mind, we find from the grieving ones, believing in our spiritual presences, Deceive out lies, Conceive the skies, Acheiving fireflies to retrieve empathize for us, thus, to stop the thieving off the merchandise of inhuman disguises, here we see citizens with there cries for wise minds to comprise the goddesses and gods of our dressed world, unfurl the truth of faith! 

Words in bold text are the rhyming words, hint hint ;)

Enjoy!

Poem by me (Cheyanne (Cheyne) Mayfield) aka @demonless