A darkened cloud with drops of rain; that's black like oil, hard like pain.

A poisoned meal so sweet unknown; but when discovered, a face of stone.

Black cats that cross you as you walk, eyes that follow, men that stalk.

Blood that pours down saddened faces

Guilty hands that leave NO traces

Broken hearts and karma taste this

Judging cowards remain faceless

Reap their souls cause they are baseless

Weak foundation, empty spaces

Losers murk and pull at pants of those that climb

above the stands.

Im on top; the upper hand

In Gods Grace is where i'll land.