Tearing through my consciousness
makes me somewhat reckless
in my voiced intention
Whether alone or not,
I cannot hide the thoughts
and, specially in the dark of night,
i fill my soul with fury, a living hate
Nothing can heal me now
I’m beyond all substance,
an energy of evil,
a device for the father of lies
Gut feeling of encumbered desire;
the bodies of women burned in lust,
all their hearts encrusted
with broken bones beneath my feet
Scream alone, cry heartless tears
Sowing seeds of malevolence
amongst the innocent – HAH!
As innocent as I!
Flee towards your churches, hypocrites
Call my name and shameful die!
Run through skeleton, winter trees,
on a hill under the stars as real as I
Call me Satan, call me Child,
as you run to the watery arms of God
Despise me in your hearts…BUT fear!
You know I have the power.
Oh…so you would confide in me,
share with me your guilt?
Quiet now, the Saviour hears it all
Or would you rather wear His crown?
Spit on me, i dare you
You cannot deny Me
I am Man!
[Young Gun Poets introduction here.]