Dripping in hemlock and arsenic they monstered out dressed in designer bad intentions, garland in falsehood singing lyrics obtuse crocked with triggers ridiculous the faithful devotees of Baalite tales and the Third Eye presented by thieves before the altar of the Envious Dins
Do we not know or see that time and tide waits for no one or that years advance in body and soul as ages consume we stand because we keep it real and honour and integrity alien to some, still counts as much as the edifice of truthfulness and a thousand gilded triggers by knaves, a thousand scorned
The blood drinkers can cut and sup my blood day and night walls of Jericho be built to hold the soul of the golden eagle and if honest sweat and endeavours denied, my brow won't lie what have I to fear with this pair of untainted unsoiled hands I've not cowered from the dense tongues of the dense malicious
Clarity is mine, my mind attuned because it harbors no ill wills my memory perfect cause it absents lies and ploys to remember my body in grace, fit and firm, no guilts or negativity to depress my joys and spirit intact and flourishing for I drink in positivity I hawken in gladness to all else like me for so rare is this 'beast'.