Adjusted Poem by William Makell

This walk requires the refined,
My Lord.

The sting of pain
Fades,
May we never loose our peace.

Protected,
A shield of the living unseen.

Blinded by the natural mentality
Rebellious as if free
Starving for Love
But only looking for fun
No hope for a lack of sense
Please let this day be done.

Yesterday's events must be understood,
Principles over passion,
Tell the addict not to use.

A night chasing fun
Intercourse before its done
Shots from the gun
Shots for the hon
Shots of the nude
Shots to the head
No wonder the masses are brain dead.

Look at your creator's face,
Close your eyes and picture heaven.