I burst into this world covered in the muck of my descendants. The church poured water, dismissing the demons' rants. Did “they” really believe “they” would leave? The battle of the good and evil would forever cleave. They came from a hundred years present and past. Fighting for first place to see who would last. The greed, the giving, the love, the hate, Hurry, take over fast, and don’t be late. Kill the mind, devour the body, and don’t let good ride high. Those cells from past grandmothers caused many to cry. “They“ didn’t fight them; they laid down and died. Never knowing how to choose the Y in the road, Away from death and onto the living mode. Generations of clues pissed in the winds, No attention was paid to the past hidden sins. Sweep the rain that cleanses generations dead cells, Into the drains and into their Hells Where they belonged long ago Before they touched deep into your soul. Listen before they steal your soul. Listen...
