Words of fiend

This world is fill with love, hate, and extortion.
Because our minds is fill with distortion.
While our soul is trap and torture.
This pen that I grip is my only closure.
On this page I am a lonely soldier.
Who cannot be touch.
Victory is a must.
Fading away leaving nothing but cosmic dust.
Taking shot after shot until my liver com bust.
Living in this world of hate make it hard to trust.
Credits call me a beast but only God can judge.
Now I am roaming the streets each night praying for peace.
Got me wondering if there a Heaven for me.
And why Utopia is never at reach.
But I was told if I walk the right path than Heaven is at reach.
But these preachers touching your young boys so how can they preach.
How can they that they're a Devil in me.
When the sins that you've committed you should burn by the third degree.
So why is my life fill with heart aches and agony.
Lost my props at the age of twenty three tell me will I ever be free.
Because a life of a gangster is only live through memories.
But either way I let my black flag hang my pride is fueling me.
However, each night I am trying hard not to go insane.
So I am drinking to numb the pain and smoking to free my brain.

 

("...nice..." went the goblin)