Self Inflicted Torment

Your time will come

And you will bleed

All along the highway

While facing your wicked ways

You saw the weak

Desperately trying to surface

You frowned upon their misery

And pulled them back into the abyss

Ignoring their painful demise

Showing no sign of remorse

When they were dead

You took the flowers from their graves

High and proud, like a servant of death

You turn a blind eye to the atrocities that you create

High and proud, like a servant of death

You dig your own grave

As you unleash sights of woe

You saw the weak desperately trying to surface

You frowned upon their misery

Now they frown upon you

Your time will come

And you will be haunted

Repercussions of a malicious way of life

Lost happiness and lasting pain

Self inflicted torment

Your time will come

Your hell awaits