Low and behold I see, beneath the surface of things.
Inner mechanics that twist and tie us together. The reflections of humanity, the decay and rott placed at our feet.
The way we sew our seeds, ripping through avast particular selection of prey we feed.
Overall becoming that vicious cycle, we take up to hand down, we repeat.
Im plagued with constant torture of painful memories. Traumatizing moments render me to my ultimate defeat.
Im left too the wolves to eat. Only my fowl stinch Drives them away.
Too abstain distance from myself the enemy, who cares to caress my ego and pleasure me with they're company?
Who can I take down or who is out their
Who is worse off than me? Rinse, wash, repeat...
-RSC