Confused in how the devil's holding me, simple poetry can emulate the hate that's sowed in me, now it's showing me as a warmonger who's hungry for the worse, picture a hearse in reverse that's bout to work and welcome first who it knows hurts from repeated allegations of my pistols, popping cons who meant to, send to GOD perfect drafts of pleads, that they sick of making others bleed to receive just what they need, my souls deceived, and now somehow I am intrigued, to finish who I think is menacing my serving seeds, that turn to me, when they think they in a threatening situation, concentration, is now focused on maiming from this aiming meant for taming, who I consider beast through gaming, but I'm inflaming in my own thoughts where I am staying, so thus delaying, a better saying in my praying, when is my planning, to release my soul from strict commanding, to a better standing.