Proteus

     “Religion and crime have always been intertwined throughout history
Cover ups to this day has become a mystery,
      “Leading to societies questioning about the divine
Not caring about the beyond-just limited earthly time,

      “Some like a drug lord dream about ruling the streets again
But times have changed being locked up forty years in the pen,
      “On the first day out, two shots are taken to the chin
Now into the morgues freezer they are pushing the body in,

      “Those of poor mentality want a lifestyle that’s better
And when two steps ahead is achieved there is always a hatter,
      “Hatting on what you have-hatting on what you do
Trying in every which way to prison rape you,

      “For evil and despair, it’s the greatest story ever told
A pathetic paradise unbelievable to behold,
      “Just like the youth vacationing to the afterlife
Mama crying at the funeral ‘it ain’t goddamn right’,

      “X-Rated, communicated, emotions devastated
Because some experiencing death don’t know how to take it,
      “Being strong some just fake it-day-to-day they barely make it
Some seek strange ways to ease the pain so they just masturbate it,

      “A sick way for life to get back at ya’
Just like aids infecting Count Dracula,
      “Living, but considered the walking dead
Forever fucked-up until death lay you down in the bed,

      “Feeling in the heart black sea turbulence
Unable to distinguish the shadow in a foggy mist,
      “Or tell the difference between a Genie’s or efreeti’s wish
Now down your leg is repelling droplets of piss,

      “Yellow, puss white or mixed with blood
Straight from the urinary track with golden love,
      “So, grab that dirty rag called the Pandora of life
That have us everyday to continuously wipe”.