Beings of Ash

 “The arrival of our hell has been here since our birth
Groomed for potential that can be hindered by worth,
 “Or shine from our hard-working success
And for its continuation we wear life’s bulletproof vest,

 “Dull-witted to our face-the veil of insults
That don’t give a damn what we care and fuck what we want,
 “Because our true destination is dirt or ash
Released on the unusual wind like fart from the ass,

 “For those who are willing to pay the price
Can call themselves a Mephistopheles sacrifice,
 “Promised anything-just short of the brass ring
But gaining very little that equals to nothing,

 “At that moment the seed of damnation is planted
So your cursed reward-you can have it,
 “Soul, blood or flesh regardless how payment was given
Happiness is an illusion as well as comfortable living,

 “The temptation of the witch feeds lost hope
Limiting our goals like a dog on a rope,
 “Forceful but proud the controller guides our fate
Chained and beaten, lying prone next to a rusty gate,

 “Stripped of dignity like the top layer of the land
Marched to our doom like a stumbling high school band,
 “Left-right-left one foot in front of the other
Now we are a sad-faced looking motherfucker,

 “Our primo-genial inner devil is molded by hellfire and ash
Irritating to the flesh like a deadly rash,
 “A puss pit oozing its secreted sick secrets
Not stopping the flow until the final release,

 “Feeding the beast within ourselves-or another’s hate
And a well whooped ass means ‘I’m sorry’ is too late,
 “Which can create the child of revenge
As our moments dangerous thoughts may make others cringe”.