Evil Maniacal Crimes (Setting Me Up To Be Killed) Poem by Steven Drake

EVIL MANIACAL CRIMES
(Setting Me Up To Be Killed)
By Steven A. J. Drake
March 17,2012

I'm feeling the wrath of God's fury
Coming through me to catch these
Vicious devils. When I don't know
If that's even possible. Because
It's me that these dirty rotten
Swine have gotten away with their
Crimes for a lifetime against me.
Through severe abuse. Physically.
Emotionally. Spiritually and morally.
Just to terrorize me, when they
Should all be in jail.

Stealing my livelihood. Setting me up
For their felonies. Falsely
Accusing me of anything that they
Can get away with. Setting me to be
Killed for a great deal of money.
Might as well be dealing with the
Mafia. When they've stolen my
Lyrics. Forging my name. Like my
Sister who would sleep with anyone
In collusion for her culpable crimes.

My mother verbally abuse me as a
Child while she was stealing my lyrics.
When I had no place that I could go.
While my brother was beating me up.
While he was getting away with molesting
Little girls. Taking his hatred out on
Me. Just like my mother. Who blamed
Me for my father that I didn't know.
Putting me through this terrible shock
As a creative child prodigy.

Much to my demise I could not face
What I had been going through.
Because everybody was cruel to me.
While I suffered the consequence of
Their horrific crimes. Thanking I would
Be killed by my own family. Which I
Had to block out of my mind. Just
To survive this excruciating pain.
While they lie, cheat and steal. And
Slander my character..

Feeling there's been no justice in
This world. As an honest man.
Always in trouble for the truth that
Nobody wants to hear. Because these
People have become rich and famous.
Stealing me blind sighted for love.
In tremendous denial. Because I was
In severe pain. Blocking these horrible
Acts out of my mind. Until I was in my
Forties. When this came crashing down
Upon me.

No place to turn. Though greedy, heartless
Abominable monsters. That are sociopaths
In my entire family. The shock has been
Overwhelming. As I write out my feelings.
Without any recourse. Because they can
Buy off anyone they please. With the
Public on their side for their lying
Deceit. As devils with no God in their
Souls. While I suffer as the writer for
All of the lyrics they've stolen out of me.

Risking my life for telling the truth.
Because they are in collusion together.
That would even lie on the witness
Stand. Like my ex-wife. Falsely
Accusing me of wife beating. With
Two other witness to lie for her.
When I wasn't there to be able to
Defend myself. While she set me up
With my lying treacherous sister. So
I have no family blood at all.

Trying to hold on to my faith. When
I've had to overcome suicidal tendencies.
When I refuse to die for these people.
That lie through their teeth. Especially
When I'm severely suffering. With no
Place to go. Except into my writing.
As a poet and lyricist. When all I've
Got left are these terrible stories. Trying
To hold onto something that is tangible.
Too many shrinks, without friendship.

But for the grace of God go I. While they
Can go to church, while destroying their
Brother and son. Feigning religion.
While covering up their horrific crimes.
With false piety, pretending that they are
Good people. Crushing me down into
Oblivion. Even for sins of my father who
Also deserted me as a child. No wonder
I've had issues of truth.