Universal Son

All the hate,
Has formed my fate.

Its loading the gun.

It has stopped all the fun.

It is tying the noose,
It will not be loose.

Its sharpening the blade.
It will help my life fade.

Its all his fault.
It's because of his assault.

It will bother me no more

With the angels I will not soar,
But with the demons I swim.
Where the light is always dim.

And when the bullet leaves the gun
You will see the death of the universal son.