Circle Of Life Poem by Nathan Streango

My soul from white to black, back to familiar habitat,
And though my fear is back, i quell it with that zovarax,
Health’s doing jumping jacks, the fire hot like candle wax,
Strollin through Hades ave, I’m hit by devils battleaxe,
When you’re a victim stat, you never learn to back relax,
You make a mental map, of pain and then relinquish that,
And you ignore the fact; you’re dead just like anthrax attack,
Cant do no complex task, so you revert to drug relapse,
Skin torn with scars and scab, but you know where the answers at,
Still you can hardly stand; the devils back collectin tax,
And you are payin that; you swing and miss without a bat,
First try and you get slapped; you blame others for your trap,
You singed a souls contract, and sold it to hells Miramax,
And all your mirrors crack, effect from bodies’ sinful strap,
Ironic with no laugh, you tried to cheat and you got jacked,
Cuz during infant act, you chose the reefers similac,
Your life’s a big mishap, you run in place on treadmills track,
You’re wearing cross bone cap, and hang the halo on key rack,
Soul’s skinny flesh is fat; you walk the line like acrobat,
And like a dracule bat, you search the night for druggy bag,
Your shirts a dirty rag, the skin is burnt with devil brand,
You live in rebel land, where clear sights always in lack,
You run forever laps; you keep on running till collapse,
And now your times elapsed, die with all your bags unpacked


Resist the fist you cut and miss and kiss the deadly bile cyst,
And with a violent twist you pull away from deaths abyss,
You try to rebuild this, a shell with tangy cracks and rips,
But still cannot resist the thrill of the green thunder bliss,
The light is gone eclipse, and now you fall into sins ditch,
Your dead but start to twitch; forgiveness is a sinner glitch,
You make repentance trip, but from your past you have a limp,
You cut down carnal sins, and now your path in life begins,
You find your wife a slim, chance to happy stifled win,
You have a dog a kid, and change your name to money rich,
And now the druggies skim, they look to you to look to him,
Him being Jesus is, the way the truth the life amen,
So you soothe with hymns, and pray that god forgives their sins,
Start to preach to kids, with kids that like the sinner skid,
Teach them what winners did, in ways that they won’t ever miss,
Its easy rules only this, love god love people resist sins itch,
And people love ya quick, but just as quick they start to lynch,
Cuz of your kid’s sins, they don’t know you were once like him,
You start to defend, but defense stops when hits your lips,
You look to Jesus is, the way the truth the life amen,
You built a house of sticks, which always falls to heavy winds,
You drown in waters drip; instead you should have built a ship,
So Jesus comes forgives, and tells you where you often slip,
And now your awful kid relives this poem begin to end.