For too long you’ve wanted hell, fire and damnation.
No thought for what that might entail.
Homicidal focus you refuse to curtail.
Ambition strapped across your back.
Sights set on crushing those who…
Do not agree.
Turning on thee.
Determined and free.
With all this sick observation.
Breeding hate alongside temptation.
War in full swing and you are smiling too wide.
Clear this marriage of destruction puts stars in your eyes.
Yet all those bodies mean nothing to you.
For you have added to them too.
Its why you’re filled with pride!
Experimental fix that carries no weight.
All you aim to do is contaminate.
Force your lies that you call truths,
Over the top of others points of view.
Do not agree.
Turning on thee.
Determined and free.
With all this sick observation.
Breeding hate alongside temptation.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 