One eye on the dollar, one eye on the crime, one eye is wondering but nothing is what it seems, for a liar nows no truth or stability. He nows only flies.
Upon the beams of light he approaches, deep black and a void, no light he reflected.
He stalks, attacks and rumbles underneath the ruins of his ego.
He brings rumors to frighten and redirect, so the truth is forgot hidden underneath the crimes of his fragile ego.
His fumes are poisonous and disgusting.
A toxic waste dump, here he brings his dinner to roast faith and ****** the truth under a orange brownish smog.
Like a monstrous puppet with broken strings, he blows his trumpet, in a haze of a broken gaze he lost his way.
He built a maze with his narcissistic praise, with the devil on his back.
He dreams of eating flesh and hanging his crimes and blaming everyone else for his discomfort.
But he's really a walking nightmare, with dementia and drowned possibilities, he yells profanities like a old feeble **** zombie that lost his mind and purpose. He has no brains!
No change, just denial after denial...
He's a rerun, that is unwatchable but he's too deep in the static to see the truth.
He thinks he's all that, but really he's nothing but a scared narcissistic sociopath running from his past.