Abodement

I belong in another world
For thus, they're taking me away.
They'll hang my flesh
And seek my money

For they do nothing, but dismay


You're classic, I'm obidient,
And we're not matching
Less belong
For we are rebels, shining through
The walls of croshed hopes and you.


How much satisfaction
Can you get from seeing a man suffer?


How much joy do you recieve
When you stop on his soul?


Is it true you
Feed on people's wishes?


I'll obey all
But you.


Come sinner,
Come here and die.