I suffer from my own hand
I am the devil of my own domain
Self made hell realm
How many demons do I command
How many sins do I deny
With every false word
Every glance off
Do I condemn my world
I am fat
While the poor starve
I hate
While the children learn
From my example
Am I the one
Who made this world go wrong
Or am I the one
Who planted the bitter seeds
And watched as the fields
Went fallow as the harvest
Was prolonged until winter
And there was no yield
But for sorrow