HELL HAVE NO FURY.

Hell has no fury, like a woman’s scorn

Paying the price, since the day you are born.

Right or wrong, who even bloody listens

As your body covered in sweat, start to glisten.

Can it be that all you do is make mistakes?

Or she always dishonest and on the make.

Why when you say black, she says white

How come when she is wrong, she is so right.

Is there something they not tell me, when I became a man?

Because I think I missed the point, and don’t understand.

How can a heart of gold, be turned to jelly?

I feel like a candidate for Trisha, on the tele.

How can all the good, be extracted with such precision

Where has your ability gone, to decide.

Your ego is trailing along the floor

The self esteem you did have, has bolted through the door.

The proudness that made you stand so tall

Has flown away, as you hear your destiny call.

The values, your beliefs and all justice

Which you have always deeply trusted,

Have let you down, as everyone before

And you take that walk, through hells door.

 

Nataiella 1997.