Scribbles of a Madman # 2

         I have a kind heart that's been tainted with rage, how am I to survive in this frightening new age?

An age where the punk rockers rap & the ghetto birds refuse to attack. How am I to fight the wicked when they themselves came straight from Hell?

Better than the worst, we can beat through god, more horrific than the thrist. Freedom from thought crime, I tell them all the time, entangled in the devine, my life is my own, take a step back from the foul & blind!

Hate me for what I've done, silence me & what I've become. but look into the mirror, I'm not the only one.