“Why This?”

Why is hell upon us?

Could it be the lack of honor and trust?

Is it because we only look at each other in lust?

Thinking of how to make that dick or womb bust

It’s natural for opposites

Like water on metal rust

With all that we know

We should not be frivolous and frail

Too weak to stand on our own

With little concern shown

While the poor sing songs of pain

About how life goes on in Jesus name

For faith is the belief in things unseen

Like the outcome of most peoples dreams

In riches and steam

Suffering stimulates parts of the scheme

Though things are not always what they seem

If we follow our hearts and minds

We would realize our own self-esteem