| This war has been brewing for a long time, a barrel of gasoline awaiting to be lit. Yet, now you come to the table, bringing very little wit. You now declare me as enemy, I now say this to you man with some what a bit of bravery! My respect grows as so does your balls! I shall bring the fight to you unrelenting, taking little or no break giving you pure blood thirsty battles with no end! You can either run, bow down, or try and hide! for this war will falter no time soon, with every time you read these words, I'm sure you find a way to bury yourself and cry in that lonesome room! A raven, what a cliche! come up with something original or fucking forfeit! Hey, enemy, the walls are closing in, I know, and so do you, that the war has just begun, if I see no light, or fragrance of fresh air, I shall stay at my post, for me, it is a curse, the burning sun. So meet your demise, in this poetic expression of a mans disposition to despise. I will have your head on a plaque upon my wall, allowing all the invitations to Angels and Demons to flow freely, so they may gawk at thou's fallen face, and left their mouths laugh, mock and declare you as intelligent as a rock. One with so much hostility, yet wasting it in a lack of dignity! Now face the pain that slaps your cheek, and turn around to the mass comprised of millions to have your ass beat. Pick your broken body up, go out to seek. Yes a friend you need, and this is spoken in your muttered words, the meaning of your shame is buried deep. A dark heart, shut up, and stop mocking evil boy, you couldn't even bring yourself to kill a mouse. Because you live in a tattered house, you just utter words, hoping they will flatter. Yet here is the truth, Mr Satanic, you attempt to act like a man, when you have no clue what a Man really is. Talk your side, Iv had my fill, your just a little bitch that doesn't have the balls to kill. |
