Lost Child

Out the stomach was an innocent, desiring infant

That was smaller than society, but his mind was the biggest

With a dream of achieving what would grow into inches

It turned him to genius from a different dimension

Who would of knew that he would suffer with an illness, for tension

To deliver evilness that was planned intentional

By satan, as his burning sensation would rise high

Hypnotizing him for him to kiss his dreams bye-bye

Yet, he thought it was a myth that would pass by

But little did he know that he was cursed for a lifetime

He felt the burning wick, it formed a shift in his conscience

Hatching and shedding demons that would shit on his conscience