Somewhere between lost and found
I let it all burn to the ground
Standing in the present, with hope for tomorrow
Glancing back at yesterday's sorrow

No more whispers no more shouts
I have no regrets and I have no doubt
That someday the truth will ring out
Then what will happen to those lies you spout

What will happen then to that acid love you spew
Will you finally get what your due
I  doubt it
For this wicked world your a perfect fit

Your as poisonous as a viper
Or a Black Widow spider
Spit your vile words any where but in my direction
Your not welcome here, if I haven't mentioned

Again my fast
Will take on in-form June,

The runner-up of 2015.

This time
He has come with better plans,

And has won all the games.

But my fast
Has many advantages here.

Thousands holy spectators,
Cheering, and his morale will hike.

My fast is a specialist of rain.

If it rains
He can't stand long.

He will bite the dust.

And the Almighty
Likes fast, His favorite.