Losing Your Focus Poem by John Masaitis

Spiritual warfare their industry
An esoteric society
A new world order their dynasty
Rain Man a King, Illuminati.

Wishes granted what's your desire?
Yes or no is all we require
Your music truly will inspire
Good is gone and black's our attire
Souls your goal until you retire
When your dead new blood we will hire
If we're damned, then bring on the fire.

Worldly treasures fortune and now fame
All you need for your prizes to claim,
On the dotted line, in blood your name.
You sold your soul to play in our game.
Morals now lost a God you became.

The evil so great I can't explain
I gained the whole world yet I'm insane
A star's way out bullets to the brain