Me by working
In a furnace.
Father named
Me after all
The brothels
He visited.
For the sky
I slashed open
There was
No luminance.
To the
Bondage I'm fed,
Darkness is
All I can sell.
If you've
Complaints,
Don't just
Start to bark.
For me,
You just might
Be a to be
Squished wart.
While the
White Doves
Are just a
Playful feed.
For me,
Life is a
Funeral pyre.
Peace is just
Another sham.