Putrification

There can always be a bad time,
How bad is up to me,
Little things that cant buy dime,
Are the most difficult for me.

You are amidst a desert,
With nothing, but sand is sight,
You are gonna die, You have plight,
You are ready as you accept death with desert.

On another note, you are slave,
You work hard, for your master
Who threatens to leave, In the desert,
You die everyday.

The shackles that catch you,

Are too strong,

Tears cant melt them,

Nor can your prayers.

Dear God, how i wish,

there would be a heaven and hell afterlife,

For you believe in instant justice,

You made heaven and hell in this world