Assassin (vol. 1)


Seeing violence done in the dark
has me leaving the light switch off as I speak in silence.
Seeking guidance when seeds of doubt sprout seasonally
in my thoughts as a result of wars fought
with enemies seeking an alliance.
Walking through the alley of death
where shadows are said to seen.
Selling souls to satan
as satan sells goals that are fed to the fiends.
Motivated by material matter and obtaining it by any means.
Many of these lost souls assume leadership roles;
pitching distorted visions in addition to false hope & dreams.
The misguided youth eventually age
and become wayward adolescents;
Present yet disengaged from society
while coping with their injurious obsessions.
The mentality of the environment is the enemy,
a merciless force of destruction.
The discretion of the hierarchy lacks consistency
causing it to become a source of corruption.
Indirectly effecting the perception of the "forgotten ones",
and in effect this sums up and becomes toxic.
Their minds become locked; boxed,
but the key is love & God is the locksmith.

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