CREATED TO SUCCEED

The darkness has seized the sun' smile
The way you have snatched 
My heart from my chest
And tossed it like an unwanted toy
By a little child

You sit lofty in your parlor of Pride 
Smiling like the sun
But deep within your heart of darkness 
Deception and dishonesty burns

You are but a shadow 
Like ones dismal past
And nothing that you do
Will be of significance 
Like a cloud of smoke in the wind 
It will not last

But the gods has created me 
To succeed in everything I do
And despite your thoughts of me
The heavens guardians 
Will see me through 

So throw in the towel 
Leave with what dignity you still retain 
For the gods has called me
And angles knows my name.

Wilford Barker.