The Purposeful Stampede

I promise you on everything and all that I love…
That I will never look up to you, but instead I’ll look down from above.

No one created this but you and I’m tired of it all…
There is no version of me currently that will follow that old familiar call.

You think you brought me hell but instead you molded a beast…
My happiness has a hunger and now it’s time to feast.

The most meaningful thing I’ve written is scripted right here…
Don’t turn around now I’m going to make it really damn clear.

If you think the heat from hell hurts my soul you are sadly mistaken…
You have only fed me knowledge of your kryptonite with all that you have taken.

So now I have a plan that has taken a while to construct….
Quite honestly there is no promise for you now…You are royally fucked.

I am going to lift the hell and the lies in which you reside…
I will be sure to make you feel worse bottoms than the ones in which you hide.

I will slam you down to a bottom there is no chance you know…
So that you feel what its like to have nowhere to go.

Trapped doors down there exist and guess how I know?
I never sat down in that hell the way you thought and now I am about to show.

Show you what it’s like to go nuts in a world so cold…
Cold enough to freeze you over and ensure your evil is steam rolled.

Most likely to get walked…. And to come out on the other side…
Most likely to find ways to lead this life for others with every bit of pride.

Bring your smoke…
I’ll bring the exhaust…
I told you your evil ways would come at a cost.