Transition Poem by GodBody O.G

They don't know my nature so to them I'm an animal, I was caged once so how true are the words they speak.
How does a man become a monster, I guess there are theories, instinct taking over when enthralled by what we seek.
Realization made, old tactics seem the best recourse, not fueled by rage or anger just on a quest for peace.
Known as the type to never hide my feelings, so i'm punished I want the whole pie, tired of getting just a piece.

I don't blink so the lights always on in my head, they tell me I think too much and got a good heart.
But it's a tug of war between my soul and my mind, if finally I twitch, end up stuck in the Dark.

My minds eye blinded by cupid's dirty rusted arrow, to the gates of hell I travel and overthrow the demon.
Seated high above a caldron of oil and burning flesh, I make love to 216 hoars and inject them all with semen.
A thousand twisted infants grow and reek havoc on the earth, blood reaches the oceans depths as blackness fills the sky above.
And to think that all this could have been avoided, if you had only given me your love.