Creating my own version of hell
Just to wish you well 
And appease the masses 
Coz the girl’s got classes
That she takes on being herself 
And you could say that her wealth
Hinges on being all that she is not 
And if you try to help a lot
It will backfire
Because she tire
Of female dreams
When you pull the fabric at the seams
And enter into a plausible affair
With someone that isn’t even there 
And her sister bites
And ignites 
Passion she doesn’t know how to wear 
As she complains it isn’t fair
And resigns herself to a fate
She’s not even allowed to hate
Coz that could constitute a sin
A conflagration that’s within 
But I burn
With every axis turn
And understand how the devil might feel 
To be told that nothing is real 
And his existence is naught 
But a way to keep people caught
God is everything 
He’s in every broken wing 
And in every fallen star
There’s no way to escape what you are 
Even if you turn away
The Truth will have the final say