...in the abode above.

While his world lay rendering its facets reek
annoyed with his mind’s haywire squeak
the man flings the bottle alongside
winking those eyes last night long cried

father, tell me what cuts your heart like knife,
am I the cause of your unwholesome life
I wish I weren’t born this day
to see you mourn your life this way

son, I too wish u weren’t born to me
wouldn’t see your face with that long evaded glee
I failed to give you the luxuries I promised god
I can’t see my child suffer, oh my lord!

I lost the money and I lost the world
I lost your mother to the man I abhorred
I fought with all the might I had
But could not get her, my fate as well sad

I determined to earn, and give you a life spruce
I fought with all the muscle against the plan abstruse
But, with every effort I make, my kid
The wicked plan above gets no placid

Father, I love you for what you are
To love you, I don’t need a house and a car
I have seen how your heart turned blue
And seen your love all this time, for me, grew

With every effort you made my winner dad
You came closer to the god I had
You have been my almighty and my deity
For no massive money could ever ever key

The bottle you drank last night grime,
had a little venom mixed with the wine
I kill your body to free the soul I love
For all gods need to dwell in the abode above.