A venomous poison flows freely through a person's veins, Terrorizing many and driving people insane. Bad luck as thunder strikes and money come up short, From playing on the casino table as a sport. What type of honor does a person have with this many unpurifications in their lives, Many who would dessert their children to leave their wives. A punishment that lasts to eternity, A punishment that does not gurantee a person to be free. The memories is the home movies, while the scars are your reenactments, Creating a isolation of society surrounded by a fence. Trying to reminice from yesterday's pain, With a ugly picture surrounded by a pretty frame.