The Monkey's Curse (1997)

(Before you use the latest face pack or lipstick that hits the market, read this!!!!)

The world was better place to live in
It wasn’t the Bedlam it is now
Burdened by half baked lunatics
And vain vampires
It often makes me wonder
If we were born of the same God
Who put the same flesh and bones
And the same red blood, in you and I
God didn’t curse me with speech
Lest I speak blasphemy, like you
God didn’t curse me with the sixth sense
And I oblivious to the devil’s dirty tricks
Yet he made me believe
That you were the saviour, the deliverer
How wrong was he?
How wrong was I ?

You crack my skull
To see how much your thick skull can bear
You spill my blood
And smear it on your lips
To paint your perverted passions
You strip me of my skin
To cloth your impotency
And cut and castrate me
To cure it
I know you will never stop
Till there are no more skulls to crack
But yours
Till there is no more blood to spill
But yours
And there is no skin to strip
But yours
Yet you will not stop
Till you drain the last drop of blood
From your wretched body
Till you are stripped of your bones and flesh
Till you can pull out no more perversions
From the devils deep den
And you will fall
Vultures would vomit
Should they consume your filthy flesh
And worms would wriggle away
From your condemned carcass
And your soul too shall surrender
When satan beckons
The earth shall be rid of your burden
By your own hands
It wouldn’t be the bedlam it is now
When it shall bear creatures of the same God
One God