Evil grail

I’m truly sorry god for not making a reservation.

I been busy with the devil for our ugliest conversation.

Trapped by Facebook and Instagram application.

I just realize that there isn’t any more salvation.

They don’t give a fuck about my family all they want is death information.

Asking me how they died instead telling me sorry augmentation.

Deep underground poetry is getting out my frustration.

I’m not asking for you to give me your ovation.

Writing this in my Honda Civic at the gas station.

The devil finally found a way to get me starvation.

Please send me your best arbitration.

I’m just a man with a sickest deprivation.