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.