Are You In Line? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Satisfaction is mine.
As I try to capture the sun.
And I have.
Now I must run before it burns through my hands.
Freedom of energy.
It can never be.
Because the greed pours out our skin.
From every pour It stinks.
It is a tragedy I continuously see.
We must control everything and have our slaves.
Humiliation is something we crave.
Making a man grovel at your feet.
Then kicking him like a dog
Telling him go lay down.
I have nothing for you.
Welcome to the undeserving starvation.
Get in line.
Suffering on a plate tell me do you want some?