Of Devious Minds

Devious minds dwell and suck the life out of the future
Leaving behind the remains for some poor soul to pick up the pieces,
To go forth and make puppets of us all. Please tell me,
Why must this be my burden?
I shed not a tear,
For I feel God does not look down on me,
As one would believe,
For faith is only a figment of one’s imagination.
I always find myself trying to dwell in life’s understanding,
Am I not a man to Bleed?
To Cry?
To bow on my knees?
Must I give my soul?
I give all to learn life’s greatest gifts, and
What does life offer me?
Pain?
Torment?
These are not gifts, but curses.
Am I hard core,
Or is my teaching the pain and wrath of my past?
My child, listen to the words,
Is it not plain and clear?
For the road I’ve traveled is hard core.
I seek not pity or sympathy,
But only understanding of the world through my eyes.
For then they’d do what I say,
For I will not lead you to stray,
So listen clear,
And listen well,
For I am,
Forever and ever,
Damned to Hell.