inferno

is the burning desire,
of an earthly require,
that I moil and I toil, 

to acquire, this vanity, 

it's like a fire...

A consuming inferno!

every breathe,
and each step, 

the end approacheth'

and mortality cometh,


but life is like death!

so brief,
around me just grief,

a darkness so vulgar,
moving me, further,

far, from my mother and father!

I could draw my sword,
or write one word,
then another, to fill the world.
Everything good or bad!

i write as it boils my blood!

its a desire,
of an earthly require,
to  moil and toil and acquire,
this vanity, a heathen fire,

A consuming inferno!