Hard Wick

Decided to be ghost as I rejuvenated my power
Changed vantage points as I climbed up the tower
Trials tried to devour my sick, tormented soul
Tribulations tried to put me in a six foot hole

Their goal to make me fold as I hold a full house
Was abandoned at the alter without being espoused
I doused their flames then I gave them nothing but smoke
Acquiescently they've concede cause they see I'm no joke

If you poke a bear, better beware when it becomes enraged
You won't eradicate it's fury even when burning fresh sage
A caged beast will quickly feast when released on parole
Recidivism will be his prism once his heart turns cold