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This imbecilic idiot Is such a ***** hypocrite, Claims he doesn't like something Then he goes and does it. This idiotic little **** God, I'm so sick of him! Swears on everything he'll do something... Another broken promise. So much for "King." However, this little idiot isn't all that bad Sticking his neck out for his friends, that's pretty effin' rad. Cheering on others with his honest stupidity The fort of his forte? Creativity. But he's so **** gullible, it's hilarious. Emotions easy to sway, nearly nefarious. Realization of foolery causes him to become precarious Trying to get it off of his chest, so tedious. He drifts off to a point where he can evade his emotions Lulling to a sense where his humanity has become atrocious Satisfied with his faulted life at a rate hellacious Never a ruse - wash, rinse, and repeat the sequence. An Optimistic Nihilist, so sick of the lies Of the retries, rehearsed lines Broken minds, psyche blinds Snapped ties, subliminal signs Wasted times, goodbyes Wiping the tears from his eyes. Wearing an invisible mask Though enjoying life as if it weren't a task His moniker never known to the world His name is K- no. It won't be revealed to the world.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
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This imbecilic idiot Is such a ***** hypocrite, Claims he doesn't like something Then he goes and does it. This idiotic little **** God, I'm so sick of him! Swears on everything he'll do something... Another broken promise. So much for "King." However, this little idiot isn't all that bad Sticking his neck out for his friends, that's pretty effin' rad. Cheering on others with his honest stupidity The fort of his forte? Creativity. But he's so **** gullible, it's hilarious. Emotions easy to sway, nearly nefarious. Realization of foolery causes him to become precarious Trying to get it off of his chest, so tedious. He drifts off to a point where he can evade his emotions Lulling to a sense where his humanity has become atrocious Satisfied with his faulted life at a rate hellacious Never a ruse - wash, rinse, and repeat the sequence. An Optimistic Nihilist, so sick of the lies Of the retries, rehearsed lines Broken minds, psyche blinds Snapped ties, subliminal signs Wasted times, goodbyes Wiping the tears from his eyes. Wearing an invisible mask Though enjoying life as if it weren't a task His moniker never known to the world His name is K- no. It won't be revealed to the world.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
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