Life As a "poet"

No matter how much Or how high we push on In our quest to touch GOD's sky we ask why Were we made in the Image and Likeness of His Heavenly Highness Yet sold to the Devil for these Measely prices our Souls stolen through Intricately planned Niceness heists Running around in pure Darkness GOD "Cut On The Lights" Give the blind sight Take away misery's plight And help us fight These demons that inhabit and possess You told us we were blessed But where is the salvation and the rest All we go through is "pressure" with no end, Poured together, now we blend Rats in mazes with no end Rat traps with no cheese A hard life no ease Angels on our shoulder Replaced with another devil and 3 boulders Desires to kneel and pray For angel wings but All that emerges from Our hearts are prayers For us to live as Evil Kings Give us evil things Soul destruction and powerful pistols Life's goal now is power & riches No spirit We look through the looking glass at delusions of grandeur The devil shows us malice and calls it caesar's palace Calls it the road to happiness Road to satisfaction, man's body is his benefaction Physical rot and mental subtraction, abstraction and retraction Blood cells manipulate in science labs to produce Paradigms Test tube babies We're all test tubes babies Surrounded by glass Trapped in slow moving ice Rolling our lives Like slow moving dice Trife pushed out of our sphere into slavery Cold hard mask of bravery White man's emotional treachery Human debauchery... Lyndell Cadasse & Daryl Dujon The Slaves Of Poetry