The Hero that lead to Evil.
The hero that lead to evil...
Nested in blood, his organs were vital, from good to bad
A catastrophe he is, no thoughts but a writing pad...
Hidden beneath people’s eyes, courageous he was
People heard of him, and still liked him with no type of cause
Internal thoughts had risen, visions of marry go 'rounds
Drowned people in nouns, elected mayor with no expounds
Delusional hate characteristics and faith, with no remorse
As if his soul was in divorce, manners were non coarse...
Looked up to him as a believer but he was all notorious
His personality made me curious, flipping coins, he's spurious
Saved people's life for a living, his devious ways...he’s never giving
Never stayed out late & always went in to apt. 207...
Murder on the news, TV blacked out, I could tell this was strange
Where was the hero to be found? Shocked I was, he made a big change
Change of the multiples in his essence, worlds not in his presence
Killing & Rape is what he's sentenced, his moves was hesitant
People looked up to him, embarked his every move, he's no legend...
Just another man made fiction, with bad ways and distractions...
Some say he went bad, drinking liquor, mind stuck in manual
Gas on the palm of his hands, spreads beneath him, looks live olive cloves
Crooked ways to attempt his problems, like a mind with no fluid
Destructible in all type of ways and parts, no way to "cool it"
He's in jail...makes no attempt to think, doesn't care he's speechless
Says his "duty was success", never will he get out, nor be blessed
3 years later..
My mind is broken, shades torn apart, I'm losing it
Worn apart bit by bit, stressed and hit by a stone pit
Clever...I wasn't.... Judged....yes, hero....nah
Hesitated in every cause, I was a hero gone bad...not a star
These jail cells bind my mind together, stuck in 2 separate joints
One side hate and one side good, but look at it like what’s the point?
Guards lay low; I'm on death row... Trial set to be executed soon...
Shall I see you on the other side? Or see a new phase of the moon
The chair... yeah it was there, just to soon body shakes and shivers
Getting shattered into pieces, stabbed in every part of my liver
What have I done wrong, I was a hero, helped and touched souls
But you see now we behold, somebody’s heart brought out cold...
Murder...Rape...Assault, what was I thinking, I’m over and done with
I sit in the chair..... I’m SHOCKED. Time to start my OWN.....myth
Moral of the story
Lives are giving; spring is chirping heroes are always there...
One fault and you'r gone, with no last prayer..............