I´m a demigod so I’m greater than Jesus, a six foot fetus, that strikes out as something sickening between us and leaves us underminded and wondering, just as found as mumbling, talkative consequences as we keep tumbeling. I see crumbs of my soul in this god’s honest truth, I’m thinking, this is the last time I’ll see it. And as the pieces of me circle the drain over and over my mind concludes that this shit is easy. Oh, I’m not scared at all given the fights that I’ve fought and granted, I’d live a whole different life abroad. I’m just sticking to the mission that was given in the beginning, I’m singing, carfully listening into what has been giving. Ninja please, it’s not thar thrilling to be winning or killing our way, all the way back, back to the thinking. And don’t try to act so fucking tough all the fucking time. If you had seen lost like I have, you’d know where to draw the line. I choos to misinterpret every call that you make and I give myself that right all the time. And I entertain myself and all the others that way and my childishness begins to make it right. So fuck you bastards, yeah, I said fuck you… if you don’t appreciate me or anyone else around you. I’m just being honest in case you missed this common mistake and let your poetry and cloverleaves fall down a staircase. Any time it takes for you to react and give chase is just the proper time that they need to die. You’ll see how playerhaters hide while we fight the tide and you can call it whatever; Punk, Metal, Grime. And I will pull the trigger if the barrel was pointed at you… if that was by far the only way I could get you. My darkest sides monitors my creations and shows me the walk while my body is reduced to outline of chalk.

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