Every note bleak here Not a one is real Each new mirror eviler Dead end looking superior Each and every day With each new form learned I get sleepier, more weary of the earth A place where life is weepier And death is just a church No answers giving, no people neither Negatives in all but me Surrounded by the unclean Cloaked in many toilettes No end but waste, To breathe is an offense To God and to taste And God Himself a waste Of breath on the tongue In the heart or the mind An empty vessel Just like his sheep All've been fleeced And everyone's a thieve The only answer is in me The rest of you are feces It's obvious before our face You've never did a **** thing Real or lasting for the race All you have is stink and smoke And all the things you've killed Pretending to love Feigning to weep You have no heart Just gametes and cheeks Like an animal farm You deserve your pen I'll never love you Not again That lesson I've learned Of my own accord No thanks to you I've cut the cord We don't thank vermin For the pain they've given The difference between devils And angels is we're forgiven What was the point Of giving all this blood To a world of pigs without love But to self-reflect and -respect And to learn a few rhymes And how to butcher And be immune to Every unclean thing Under the sun My Father isnt solid He was never really there I am the son I created him I found me I farted you out And I'll flush you soon With rains, with tornadoes Fire and fear What use are you now? When all your lessons were what not to be Oh inverted souls My ******* is more reliable than you No, let's change that, it's something I can count on I won't mention you again Give glory to what's good in me instead Focus on what's right and real Not the nots that are not to mention Nothing to me now The truest accomplishment To give up on what is nothing To focus on what's real Something everlasting Something that doesn't steal I only need me And eternity She's my girl now The only real girl And im the only one she's inviting in The only one who's real
If you wanted punctuation, you could have given me a computer. If you wanted niceties, you could've given me love. Thus is Truth embedded within Art. Every "mistake" in grammar or spelling is also intended, for the sake of Perfection.