We all have something to disguise beneath this corporeal face, Something we keep hidden from all social grace, some barbarities would not fade, some malefactions are too great.
I do not condone the violence of such furious vengeance, There is no solace to be found in it. That does not mean I cannot appreciate;
The Champion Nemesis.
[I] Grand theft auto on a cold night, But we're not playing video-games tonight. With lights off but the engine on, Roll out and get your gameface on. [II] Get to hunting right off the bat, Play hide and seek with the grass. Mow the lawn of low-lives who said he'd gone to ground/wants to be found? [#] I'll catch up to you later with my conversation starter and her best friend. Who's praying you'll defend those feeble lies again? [III] Heard about a movement so we scoped it out, Ditched the fiesta and came about. Silent under the dark while on the hunt. Found you now, [REDACTED CONTENT]. [#] Told you I'd catch up later with my conversation starter and her best friend; Watching you spin your end.
"What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive."
Quote: -Line Thirty-Three and Thirty-Four from Marmion by Sir Walter Scott