The mechanics of your scheming
qualifies your genius.
A tool for destruction
an amalgam of evil prose.
A narrative of your choosing
A bastardisation of facts and excuses tantrums and lies
I see how you whimper and conive
your mark ****** into your hypnopsychosis,
control freak
Erasing my relativity
Desiring my spoils
gained despite your lifetime of torture
Careful analysis of my faults and corrections
My green grass, the colour of your nightmares
Take your control,
I'll deposit my apathy as collaterol.
I'll tend my garden, you grow your pretty little weeds,
Line them all with cockle shells in a row
You may fool them,
But you dont fool me.
How you conspire,
the same eyes, same lies
Keep Narcisis in your prayers,
you and your symbiotic succubus relationship.
Fein saints and martyrs
I'll climb higher while you climb into despair
What really counts is the truth that we bate
And the truth that we bare
And I saw you clearly,
I saw you both
Smiting everything not of your own making
Your jealust consumes
What I create is your next toxic dream
You cant trample on who I am.
Masters of manipulation
Bar one
Your greatest fear;
My success,
My joy,
My hope,
My power in defeat;
Freedom from all your ****** up
Sicophantic dramas.
May you one day achieve the impossible
And be like me,
Nice.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC
The mechanics of your scheming
qualifies your genius.
A tool for destruction
an amalgam of evil prose.
A narrative of your choosing
A bastardisation of facts and excuses tantrums and lies
I see how you whimper and conive
your mark ****** into your hypnopsychosis,
control freak
Erasing my relativity
Desiring my spoils
gained despite your lifetime of torture
Careful analysis of my faults and corrections
My green grass, the colour of your nightmares
Take your control,
I'll deposit my apathy as collaterol.
I'll tend my garden, you grow your pretty little weeds,
Line them all with cockle shells in a row
You may fool them,
But you dont fool me.
How you conspire,
the same eyes, same lies
Keep Narcisis in your prayers,
you and your symbiotic succubus relationship.
Fein saints and martyrs
I'll climb higher while you climb into despair
What really counts is the truth that we bate
And the truth that we bare
And I saw you clearly,
I saw you both
Smiting everything not of your own making
Your jealust consumes
What I create is your next toxic dream
You cant trample on who I am.
Masters of manipulation
Bar one
Your greatest fear;
My success,
My joy,
My hope,
My power in defeat;
Freedom from all your ****** up
Sicophantic dramas.
May you one day achieve the impossible
And be like me,
Nice.
rant
Enjoy the irony
