Them, pathetic and sad,
Knowing only the bad.
Getting off on sins of self destruction,
No correction.
Them, stripped of humanity,
Prowl and strut
Around and around
Feeding trips of power in dust and lust.
Them, destroyers of self,
Lined vessels of sins,
Collecting trophies of harm,
Walking in shame- depraved.
Them, the unholy wanton seers,
Of the grandiose mundane,
Predicting sinful selfish wants in lies,
Megalomania, nonsensical, and lame.
Them, dishonorable and disgraceful,
Self-mutated hearts
Devoid of true love and caring parts,
Always deflecting and blaming- shame.
Spin and spin, and spin and spin,
Never outside the BS and the game,
Lost in never-ending delusions
Of the self-annihilating games.
Ultimate damned losers playing chess
Just on the square circled,
Where tails chase tails continuously
In the indefinitely halved salvation curdled.
Where soulful souls are burgled.
Where reality is never found
In the grandiose self-deluded mind games
Of power tripping rounds.
In the quagmires of their fear,
Refract the grossness of their unholy sounds,
In the rot their fruit of the Spirit extreme,
In their delusion of absolute control supreme.
Time, grace, and honor lost
Salvation at horrendous cost.
Too unspeakable and unforgivable to say
Indecent unholy crimes in Sadistic ways.
Them, uncleaned, impure hearts,
Will never see
Heaven's Gate, the Lord, and the Holy.
Them, doomed to never know love.
