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 Mar 2018
mike merrifield
What is incredible? …. This is amazing !
The only excuse , the exact nature of things refused, too do in order to nonfuel  the feud!
labyrinth insane, the only other way, repute their sane full     ways,  repute their gas- lighting sovereign!  
  Time will only tell if it gets better for whoever for worse
they say our music isn't worth **** its all derogatory, negative symbolic, rhetoric nonsense .
    well I got some thing for ya Scumbag. You obviously don't know why. But it's cool if you're gonna make some people who have a few more things that don't make sense if you don't know why but I'm not going anywhere for awhile now so you really need to talk about something you don't know .
your nothing but a whining faceless coward possessed with compulsive **** gathered from your intrusiveness disease you carry the desires of someone else's own privacy. Perverted in your own neglect of zealous riches.
 Mar 2018
mike merrifield
Taking back all of which was seen.
Time is elusive now, no where to run from your dreams.
Onward bound, gagged, displeased,
Criminalized for the things I've done.
Now its all just a game of there fun.
And now I'm the one insane!

Privacy is no longer a honorable sculpture of a word.
Sealed with a fist, ignorance is somewhat bliss.
For I'm guilty of the hit or miss.
Shrouded for cover, but thou shall not fear,
If and when I wonder, could the end be so near.

Cons-fearacy blunder,
Antagonize the ones whose cornered.
When all **** hits the fan,
And the lifting of your shutter of your cam.
Dehumanizing one-another,
From a spit-full can.
Rattalizing as if so empty.
For no one hears what your saying.
Cos its all just so pretending, as they mend.
You hear what I'm saying?
X-ACT-LIE
 Mar 2018
mike merrifield
All hope is lost, your fallacy is disapproved
   Images up rest through hidden faces, no longer looking confused.
What the **** is my realty, only a fraction of your fantasy!
Quite content, but rather a bit bored, in fact you can't handle my imagination, because it's out of this controlled false door!

Excreting your mental capacity, I consume your conscientiousness and spew it over across all platforms, displaying how toxic you really are!

Misery, C.O.D., tormented chaos,
A hatred towards your pre-disposition,
I disapprove of your condescending stature.

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