Going... Gone...

Why don’t people around me die,

Why the irate the hell out, why fxxx do they cry, 

I can literally hear they squeals and yells, 

Pleading for their lives dying inside own solely wells, 

 

There is no remorse, none will be saved, 

Let the black book be filled, I’ll have them all caged, 

None to me seems new, none would need to die, 

All they have to do shut up and don’t ever cry, 

I can literally hear their crying souls, 

Cry to get worldly pleasure, make them theirs, 

Some seek love, whose someone else, bride, 

Some seek for money, which luck has made them pry, 

 

Family problems have to bog them down, 

They seek for the almighty in time when they frown, 

Nothing seems to cheer their soul, only when their high, 

Slosh in the drugs, booze, movies, 

Or hiding behind laughter when inside they cry, 

Pity the souls that can’t find God,

Drown in their sadness, plow by devil sod, 

No, never they could run or hide, 

Each day, each minute, they slowly die.....