Vicegrip

men are controlled by their vices...not their virtues bright and shining turns to dark,black and blue refreshed and renewed turns to rancid and rotten on the devils plantation i keep picking his cotton forsaken and forgotten...lies told like truth and truth and truth told like lies i stay twisted and tormented by erotic sinful eyes like lyrical spies in invisible jungles...slaughterhouse fears in sadistic mind puzzles mad dogs without muzzles,steel hands and iron fists spinning like tornadoes...like terrorists on the twist trials and temptations squeeze hard victims of violence get popped like zits in the vicegrip goodness turns to greed and love turns into lust trust turns to dirt and blows away like particles of dust whirlwinds of wickedness circle skies like cyclones...wanting and waiting to demolish the doomed the needy and the nasty keep those hate machines blasting subtracting and dividing everything that is just...morals turn to mush judges with grudges gettin mountains of money they slip and they slide down hill into flaming pits of sin pressure and pain keep them in the vicegrip lucifer laughs as another fool trips and unloads the clip into innocent hearts and minds babies turn to beasts and get get snake bit blood turns to venom...can't break free from the vicegrip anthony_beesley@yahoo.com