His Fist Balled Up

With his fist balled up,hes stuck staring,hate fills his cup theres no caring,with each throw he tears,six kids fell with no lives spared,insane no one cares,like god to the devil you can compare,step to him if you dare,you get knoked down , straight up heavens stairs, so line up,he will sit there waiting for it to start up,with his fist balled up.