I craft a simple rhyme,yet produce an epic derge/
Helps me gather ill feelings and tension-whitch then i purge/
But even so,a quantity of negativity begins to emerge/
And down on nees i question god-why cant life be simpler?/
But no answers surface,the anger boils,i let loose my temper/
Chocked,strangled-by rage,like a fish with no gill/
I am banished,and segregated from the world of the tranquil/
My dimming-life is cast into the greatest death of shadow,torture-travail/
Influenced by Lucifer,but of to him i attempt not to hail/
Praying to hear hevans bell,that majestic tintinabulation-a sound so profound/
And untill i bear witness to this,i will remain hell-bound/
Continueing with this outlook will land me jail or ground/
With the inability to be in a state,prophylactic,health alwasys downed/
With excess weight of sadness,being added pound by pound/
Contracting the virus of indignation,as it seeps into every pore/
Only medication is to succesfully digest god's lore/
And grab the hilt of the holly sword,and settle the score/
Rebel aginst the advesary with rage,even ive not seen before/
And so,then reclaim where i had ounce held my feet/
its my solemn promise,that by the hand of satan i will not see defeat/
for i shall greet god in the morn,a new rise of the sun/
Learn to turn shadow,evade the darkness and shun/
I have placed my hand on the bible,and vow satans time is done/
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