fallow thunder
You tread a path with no true worth,
Your steps are all awry,
You suffer greatly on this earth,
And so you'll suffer 'til you die.
You are a heap of dirt and filth,
A life that you've earned fair,
A hole you deserve, a hole you built,
A devil you must now bear.
A bi-hourly assault on your inner monologue,
Still doesn't do much to clear the fog,
Suffer as you should, die a sinner,
Abandoner, betrayer, mutilator, wanna-be savior.
And when Old Nick greets you below,
What will be your reply?
"I died for a woman's love," you'll show,
What a joke of a reason to die.
strange shale