Predators (As Per Chances Left, Creatively) Poem by Steven Drake

Hell has no fury
Like the wrath of God.
For other people that get
Away with their pernicious evil.
Dead to my sole rights
As a human being. Heretofore.
Over half a century.
Writing lyrics fallen to evil
Hands. Erasing my name
Off the face of the earth.

No rights to my God
Given birth. They shine
Me on to hearth of heartache.
Bedevilment's lying schemes. Deadly
To my poetic property. Stealth
In the winds of crushing blows. Outside
Of whose persuasion? Earth at hand of
Dying promises. Fallow. Witless
Wondering. Shallow lands.
Nights of terror. Sleepless.

Hell on earth's fiery infernos.
Severely abused in the process
Of all divining principles. Ethics
In whom? Grim reapers. Soulless
Parenting. Heart in the child to
Register these predators. As per
Chances left, creatively.

No righteous friends. Just
The contrary wins.
Sword in stone of slippery
Slopes. Hard to cope beyond false beliefs.
Create exigently
Threatened. For all pain of my survival.
Stealing hope profoundly duped.
No caution left, gone out to stolen
Thoughts of blessings lost. Dire
Circumstances, pray tell.

Their dreams stripped of faith.
Wounded for my blood.
Of no damned good mistakes. Laws
Of no appreciable evidence.
Slain by love. Terror
Strikes down my innocence. Belabored.
Thunder goes out to crimes of their
Punishing blows. No entitlements
To what I should have owned.
Secrets in faces cold.

Hell on earth's fiery infernos.
Severely abused in the process
Of all divining principles. Ethics
In whom? Grim reapers. Soulless
Parenting. Heart in the child to
Register these predators. As per
Chances left, creatively.

Presentiments gone
Out to scripted fame.
Useless wonder. Whom are they?
That abide by nothing, consciously.
No fair testaments
Up to Heaven's Gate. Despondency.
Rumination never feels complete.
Stealing everything that I should own.
Tears in shadows. Grief lost
To every house and home.

Writing poetry.
Lyrical format.
Back stories make them famous.
Rife with punishing pain. Cruel. Unusual.
No saving graces.
Beatified for beauty slain. No
Real life witness that hasn't
Slandered my name. No justice. Secrets.
Debilitating shame.
Words to the wise in whom?

Hell on earth's fiery infernos.
Severely abused in the process
Of all divining principles. Ethics
In whom? Grim reapers. Soulless
Parenting. Heart in the child to
Register these predators. As per
Chances left, creatively.