PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Hope nobody cries when they realize there is a hell,
we all create it as our personal estate that we will,
soon see that we spoon feed our fate,
the end is a language no one can translate.

Hell is here on Earth, it's been that way since birth,
all of us have shown how much our home is worth,
man kills man, then man goes to trial,
but if man has money, man is free for a while.

Someone is our creator, some has to see all,
someone has to be listenin, when millions of followers call,
life is never about one thing, it's about many,
but life is put on hold whenver i find Henny.

Whenever i grab a dime and roll it up with hemp,
light it don't fight it, the high is always temp,
i find that it's hard to care, it's hard to have a future,
when there is nothing left to share, i was all a rumor.