Everyday and the same man greets my bed
Everyday and that man dusts and builds bends
Everyday and that man shivers the skeleton housed in hand
Everytime, exists the same man in my mirror
For who is this son of a *****
Who does he think he is
Eyes repulsed to themselves
Skin course and stained, unappetized to all
For who would tolerate such a low life
What a child
What a punk
How irresponsible
You call yourself of age
Try to decite yourself to purity
For how could the son of demons evoke actions of angels
For he is demons to the blood before him
For he stands on what it is to be human
Bending himself to throw nurturing demons to the pits of the heathens
As he shall end this carnage for the sanctity and sanity of him and all
For the bends they bent had broke reality
Had scatter essence of all peace into a lifetime of a puzzle
So why scavenge this scatter and not abolish the tumors themselves?
As such are not mother and brother, but alien and viral instead.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 10:47 AM UTC
Everyday and the same man greets my bed
Everyday and that man dusts and builds bends
Everyday and that man shivers the skeleton housed in hand
Everytime, exists the same man in my mirror
For who is this son of a *****
Who does he think he is
Eyes repulsed to themselves
Skin course and stained, unappetized to all
For who would tolerate such a low life
What a child
What a punk
How irresponsible
You call yourself of age
Try to decite yourself to purity
For how could the son of demons evoke actions of angels
For he is demons to the blood before him
For he stands on what it is to be human
Bending himself to throw nurturing demons to the pits of the heathens
As he shall end this carnage for the sanctity and sanity of him and all
For the bends they bent had broke reality
Had scatter essence of all peace into a lifetime of a puzzle
So why scavenge this scatter and not abolish the tumors themselves?
As such are not mother and brother, but alien and viral instead.
