myself

spooks and court jestures in the halls
catcalling, cajoling, blood's in the water
bold in nature and inflicting hurt

little guys, I feel sorry for you

in the eternal storm, I ask He gives you mercy
but taking advantage of the already broken will cost you
a heavy toll you will pay
Karma is my Father's standard
the heavy darkness in which he resides
you'll see him eye to eye

your victims there waiting for your arrival
it will come when your number is pulled
hide in the basement or on the computer screen

small men with no visions threaten
I came here to heal
you came to be mean

there is an immortal justice
there is no party in hell not even for satan
my father sees what is done in the dark
it will reveal itself in the light

I've reaped my share for errant words spoken
for misunderstanding his vision

I've always been myself
hurt and addicted they say it's an illness
only my Father knows truly what is wrong with me

my innocence is well-guarded
until judgement day I am well protected