Who are you, to be ever such a deviant beast, so conniving and cruel in your ways?

Is it plausible for any man under god’s own eyes, to have a heart as corrupt and horrid as yours?

Were you birthed of the devil, the seed of a demon, your soul sold off to the king of all evil?

As an infant did you lay in the fire of hell?

Did you play dolls with demons or have tea where spirits lay?

Sure you many have not slaughtered innocent souls or taken the lives of others.

You may have not stolen or robbed or broken but neither help nor healing did you bring.

Your pathetic, self-righteous, life is a game that you play.






This is all just a dream land and I’m a pawn in your game.

You lead on young hearts, your strong arms alluring, but your will is a scheme containing only sheer enmity.







Why not let love take the place of ill will in your heart oh so stone-like and cold?






I tell you dear soul, if your soul is still yours, that with time you will reap what your sew.

So watch yourself closely, stay alert, keep in line, sleep with eyes open for it’s a matter of time,





that all your misdeeds will come back to bite you, and the pain you’ve been giving will be what you receive.