The Wishful Fool Becomes A Destiny Poem by Madrason .

Some devils like the dangers
they seek it everywhere
and when it's gone or not there
they run and hunt awake and stare
those are the smarter deer devils
oh no I did not say dear
but they can charm you into ashes
and make the deaf ones hear
most devils are psychopaths and not to blame
and yet they don't deserve the human name
but those so called agressors are cowards in a herd
they hide into the crowds and pull a sword
and point after the blood is flowing to you
but of cause he but no one else knows you didn't do
such is the madnessmachinery…….
the wishful fool becomes a destiny, M