August 08

you know why i feel sad?/cuz theres a gun to my head/and the perp wants a ransom/he can never ever get/he had the last bar of gold to be owned/and traded it away for some torquise stones/and a portait of a man he had to keep in his head/it can never come out or ever be used/for fear that the power would be abused/tricked by the devil/he has taken me for ransom/he wants the picture out/he wants it so plastic/attached to his person so it was not to be forgotten/and that bar of gold/not lost but stolen/tto take to his grave like a new age pharoh/swindled by the devil/he lost the worlds only gold/and he gained a curse infecting his soul/but the beast threw in some free physical pain/a disease that eats from the inside out/infested in his chest/like maggots chewing about/he will die painfully at best/and now hes got a gun to my head/to ensure his pain in felt by the rest