What's Wrong

Man's Fate

feed them with greed
try not to feed the lies
i know where you've been
and i know where you hide
try to fool my heart
and wait for the war
you think you can survive
but you'll only be gored
bring me the pity plate
and beg for mercy
you think you're made of gold
but don't be so hasty
that thinking won't get you anywhere
you'll end up where you began
injected with selfish words
you're just a pathetic man
only a fool would feed you
poisoned with a drop of gluttony
you'll slowly turn blue
from all of your sins
damned to hell
you'll never see the ends
prepare your soul
on a silver platter
serve it to me, cold
i will bite into your life
and determine your worth
no man can win a fight
against the mortal mistakes
that you are
silly man, strip bare
for i am the judge
of what you've committed to
your blood stains gray skin
that's seen what you do
don't lie to me
i am no generous god
to a monster as sickly as you
simply nod
and accept the fate
i hand to you
you don't get a choice
when you quashed the voice
of many others
your sins have brought you
to the hell of blue fire
so sit back
and wait for your soul
to tear apart
and rejoin continuously
your pain's going
to be simultaneously
burning and
eating
away at you
in the same way
you tore apart your own race