the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls
better known as demons destroying life
break strong men down ’til they’re no longer whole
Them bring you down when you are on a roll
by your side Them stay, like a loving wife
the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls
the men who survive have hearts black as cole
what Them do is, when faced with so much strife
break strong men down ’til they’re no longer whole
the price for freedom, none can pay the toll
Them cut through the mind. a well sharpened knife!
the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls
lost all dreams as they plummet down the hole
what is it Them do that keeps Them so blithe
break strong men down ’til they’re no longer whole
to conquer all Passengers, that’s the goal
Thems purpose for all this, none can deciph’
the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls
break strong men down ’til they’re no longer whole
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 