Life is that you
The usual suspect when things go wrong
So mean to many in robbing them
If only you could give so much joy like the way you assemble problems in people's households
For you breed more trouble than benefit

If we had a chance to chance you
You wouldn't survive mob justice
At your pledge you take and break regardless strong or weak as you have no record of hurt. You hurt one as many times as you love a game you have mastered
But see we know God who made you and we are brewing armies against you

So pathetic with no drop of kindness
Watching over every living with jealousy on each step they make
You can never wish them peace but pain alone
To heal with you
We born victors and our purpose is winning
Take pride in shame for when the chariot of glory picks us we shall leave you ahide