The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt. 7 (Children of the Secret Life)

 “Hell for some will be zero cold or lava hot  
But to some it’s just another killing spot,  
 “From the moment of our birth it was a war without end  
And when we die the war will only begin,  
 
 “Like bad babies sometimes our asses get tapped  
Then hushed with honey or harsh words to take a nap,  
 “But the bullshit pushed into our brains only lubes us for the nut  
Now we are feeling the flow from being skulled-fucked,  
 
 “Torturing us every day of our puppet life  
Getting fucked not only once, but motherfuckin twice,  
 “Gender does not matter, because what will remain    
Is a disturbing feeling like an unwanted sexual train,  
 
 “The first few days are considered dark ones  
Passed on to others when we discover our intellectual gun,  
 “Call it the stages of death when eyes lose color and shine  
And the brown flow escapes from our behind,  
 
 “Limbs stiffen; skin darkens as we start to swell  
Funky than a motherfucka as we start to smell,  
 “Now we realize what’s approaching is not a myth  
 As our veins display our own fleshy labyrinth,  
 
 “The creation of killing is life’s secret nourishment  
At times covering its desire as an accident,  
 “Just a taste-as our wicked soul is twisted in a knot  
Making love and mercy within us motherfuckin rot.”