Your sense of delusion makes me sick
and while I thought that I was good at it,
my efforts don't seem to amount to ****
next to the heaps that you've harvested.

I swear your face is a place only for waste
and your eyes tell lies that pile to the sky.
To find that you've not mustered a sense humility
might be a worldwide shock, but is no surprise to me.

I know **** well  just who you are
and I know where you've come from.
Yet, I still don't understand the things
that we had once begun.

I swear you turn demons out from angels
and could make a Moon out of the Sun.
Just know that I'll be the one who's laughing
after all is said and all is done.