Believe

In the process of lust,
your find its a must,
that your life will combust,
& leave you to rust;

You can't put up a fuss,
nor a sigh,or a cuss,
for your mind is a bust,
filled with said lust;

The dead can not see,
nor speak of a thought,
but they shall be called blessed,
when compared to your lot;

& if you find what i say,
to be worried & gray,
then let me add,if i may,
a word that will stay;

Tonight when you lie,
down your head to slumber,
your soul God will not keep,
but the devil will plunder.


-Chris Parsley