I came from a thousand Hells, but no one cared.

My name is from death, no one dared listen.

Prepared bells clapping and overlapping those written the words they are rapping.

Hidden in prison cells and the warden’s shoes are tapping to the beat of this street.

Slapping the temperature because screw you heat, I never knew you heat.

Flapping my fine lined sheet of paper of wings into the song that sings declined words.

Birds remind you to find who knows the song that rings into your head like a bedtime story.

I’ve read books and it looks like things so good could never be fed to you on a golden plate and a silver spoon.

Fate will rate you soon, and so far you look like a baboon.

When sun falls and the moon has arisen you will see who it is you are missing.

Heat, I never knew you, and am I so glad to have done so.

An ancient evil awoken, such as you is about to have their fun ruined.