And We, the Bad Seed
And we, the bad seed,
will follow with impulse
of devil games in sweet
compulsions.
And we, the bad seed,
our hearts swell like
filled balloons that is to burst.
Excitement shakes and eagerness
is never ending- one and one
crime after another.
We come to
cross the invisible line
under the eyes who watch us
furiously.
We watched the blurry scenes of life flash on by,
and felt the shooting pains
that lasted only minuets.
But when those minuets passed, it was all forgotten.
These spirits (who watched us with
curious and angered eyes) push and drag
our souls, (wrestling us to the ground)
and we shake with the hands
of Devil himself.
The pain storms in through infinite
lingering waves of time,
and justice is served hot,
hot enough to blacken the skin to crisp.
- Cursed is the name that is given
in Hell.
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