None of theses devils gave me
A ******* thing.
I repeat, Satan and his
Sisters.
Done less than bless
And give.
They take life and never forgive.


Taking more that
Who you are,
Left like a
Dot, a star.

I can shine,
But be no more.
Sold my soul,
Cursed to be his *****.

Taking strides like strikes
Till I see my devils
Penetrated by pikes.
Through their cold beating
Hearts.

Let the black blood of hell
Run like rivers across the land,
They can't never take root,
Constantly cutting and changing.

I'll shine, sing and rhyme
But be nothing more,
In a life after death
Cursed to be his *****.