They come to some resolve at last

After their own pain and suffering

A hope to blow away the past

A slideshow continually buffering

 

They seek to end their life, but first

Anger fills their wanting souls

Lighting up the world with burst

Piercing objects with holes

 

They drink evil and get drunk 

Aim, and the hangover ensues 

God’s standard eternally flunked

The gun, the bar, their heart, the boos

 

They puke and the reek flows

Acid, drips upon all in sight

Running from their will, they chose

Is running from the dark in night

 

They die with the bouquet of souls

And abandon the pounding headache 

Running from God’s justice, He tolls

They run into a fiery lake

 

“After anger aim, acid, and abandon,”

They scream with some flowers beside

Pain that no man can fathom

Eternal tears never dried.