This Year

This is the year of the wolf

It is time that I try to engulf

Myself until theres nothing else

But a desire to reach for the top shelf

For too long I’ve been gutless

Trustless, with nothing on my must list

But I must list this last year as shit

The shoe fits, wear it, but its

Been a lesson in humility

and a message of futility

I went in as part of a pack

And now a pack I lack

I step into this year

With nothing to fear

I am the wolf, and I travel alone

I will finally get into my zone

Ruthless and cunning

What I achieve will be stunning

I’ve had it with being worthless

You’ll never see this wolf perform in the circus

Satan is a Woman's Name

I met The Devil, but he has a woman's name

But after that single night, I'll never be the same

We danced upon the altar in God's House

All the while I couldn't stop thinking of what's under her blouse

We painted skulls and pentagrams upon each other

Bathed in blood we make love under the covers

Of night, and the sight of such a woman

Makes me forget that she's just a daemon

Just like God, Satan is just not real

Thanks to her, I have no soul left to steal

But hell is real, fire, brimstone and strife

And I've lived there ever since she walked out of my life.

-Jack Lungu