They talk like they know my Soul inside out

Say they feel my pain like They bled me dry

Posing as advisors sparking Up the crowd

Sit beside the throne blinded By their own lies

They never test the fire; they Just blow smoke

They pass the blame to Everyone watch the whole World choke

They suppress me force-Feed the lie as truth

Even when it's hellfire Scorchin' me from forehead To toe

Contemplating the hand of Mercy

Stretching out to get me out Of my hell

Tryna ride like Scorpion solo But a voice in my skull warns low: (" 'Don't flee the sands Straight to the blaze'")

Ha! Like there is no Havana After that hellfire!? — waits For every struggler who goes Through massacres without A shield or choir

What do I gotta do? I'm Drowning in despair

Trapped in a blind alley skin Stinging in frozen air Forsaken to cold streets just

To die alone with my own Pains

Ain't like those **** burnin' Stacks

Just to spark a fake-ass fire

They deal synthetic Summers

While I'm frostbitten cracked Wide open by the wire of Winter

I'm close to a child yanked From the cord—if ripped free

He's wiped from existence

Trying to contradict reality by Creating his soul in a world That won't accept him

Not even as a lifeless body

But it is impossible for the light from a torch to create a Shadow for the sun

Take it as given;

No one can spark life in a Dead-ass fire

Once I saw a man stride in Face pale as doom's first Gleam

Craving a savior's whisper in A den of fevered dreams

They cooed "The favor's Yours" blind to the pit dug Out back

He signed sans shiver Trading shadows for light he lacked

One night they chucked him Deep in stone cackling at The wail's cruel bend

Darkness swallowed him Whole; silence his lone Mocking friend

An old con taught him: fold Pain to patience scar maps on skin

Hammer hunger to a beat Rage to a razor-sharp grin

He clawed out reborn eyes Flint-hard serpent's coiled Guile

Carved revenge deliberate—Slits in flesh lies flayed mile By mile

Fortunes frayed threadbare In blood's slow silent Unraveling

Darkness slithered home like A noose pulling them to Gravel

Now he looms 'neath a Bruised sky richer veins iced With frost

Whispers to the wind: "Was Justice worth the soul I lost?"