On days of satisfaction I embrace the lights that illuminate our urban lifestyles But on days of frustration I am capable of bending that light into fragile reflections, which shed the truth amongst all creations Because I'd love to compile a breed of hostile intellectuals Who, I'd imagine, to fall on their knees begging for mercy from their own knowing I am an ineffectual Elitist. Don't mistake my rage for power, as my power no longer exists If you can believe it If thatβs how you see it This environment constructed and was destructive towards the continuation of my ego and I am clawing my way out of a pit A time ago I was the terrorist of my own self worth, and now I torture the weak- minded to nourish the hole in me to finally be a whole It's a vicious cycle of how low a being will go to reach a ****** in time The final stage is to reach self acceptance to show, lo and behold silence. where tranquility will obliterate greed and intelligence will revive the need to be free from everyone else's thinking, Morality.