All hope is lost, your fallacy is disapproved
   Images up rest through hidden faces, no longer looking confused.
What the **** is my realty, only a fraction of your fantasy!
Quite content, but rather a bit bored, in fact you can't handle my imagination, because it's out of this controlled false door!

Excreting your mental capacity, I consume your conscientiousness and spew it over across all platforms, displaying how toxic you really are!

Misery, C.O.D., tormented chaos,
A hatred towards your pre-disposition,
I disapprove of your condescending stature.