Ira - The deadly sin of wrath (anger)

Ira – Deadly sin of Wrath Found in a bin only fifteen days old Left in the rain at the mercy of cold No mothers milk, no warmth of affection No happy birthday, only rejection A castaway labelled with father’s disdain Racked by the guilt and cut by the pain The worst start of all rolled out for the infant Hope of success destroyed in an instant No silver spoon Fate cast the rune The devil played fiddle He danced to the tune Drugs and destruction, his stock and his trade Lives ruined and ended by calls that he made Rising to power Grasped for the hour Revenge is exacted Not tasting sour A dish best served cold? Consumed by the bold He damaged the young and murdered the old Extortion and violence his only expression Shooting and stabbing his, bloody obsession Alone at the top, the money means nothing Women, cocaine, Champagne frothing Bubbles and powder, sex, degradation No love, no love, only frustration For all of the riches, for all notoriety His life, sadly lacks the release of variety Sadness, depression his only allies As he cooks in a cauldron of violence and lies No feeling No healing No concept of sin The twisted Eyes misted Child found in a bin.