EXT. Outside in the night

CHRISTOPHER:
I walk through this miserable thing, life.
In my travel i witness much strife.
Ive stared in deaths eyes many times,
when ive seen this worlds callous grimes.

Yet the sun appears everyday,
the moon and stars drift all in the sky.
There seem a cold creature be,
us guiding to that which will us set free.

Does it all end when souls go to rest?
Is this the life all poor humans get?
I object to my own birth on this earth,
but to whom should i my complain unearth?

INT. At home

CHRISTOPHER:
May your soul rot in hell vile girl,
i saw you as my lifes shining pearl.
But you robbed me of my future,
my wounded heart is without suture.

Where is the justice found for me?
All the cash you stole yet youre free.
You laugh while i bitterfully weep,
your cold lead heart still gives a good sleep.

Why did i let myself be so played?
Why didnt i see the honed blade,
Covered by honeyed words from the soft lips,
from which i took loves sweet nectar sips.

EXT. Outside his home

CHRISTOPHER:
Please give me a chance to get,
my hard earned cash that work beget.
Do not rob me of my house and life,
which keeps me safe from the worlds strife.

BANKER:
You havent paid your rent in many months,
you will learn your lesson now at once.
Hardship will be your shadow from now on,
your days of easy life are forgone.

EXT. Out in the street

CHRISTOPHER:
I live on the streets begging for food,
what time will the luck arrive so good?
I hear further away a man preach,
many peoples minds does he teach.

PREACHER:
The goldwatch on your arm will away rust,
your beauty will turn into simple dust.
Nothing under this warm sun will aid you,
to the path to a most glorious view.
Accept the nourishing love of God,
and reject this worlds false facade.

CHRISTOPHER:
His words are balm for my soul so weary,
i embrace that which casts the dreary,
away from every grieving soul on,
this useless earth that soon shall be gone.