Who are you To tell me My thoughts Aren't worth being heard I deserve And demand my rights I might Shout amendments First, Then commence To irregular common sense
My stability Is retained By the imbalance In my brain You see, I can't enable These "Cain and Able" Angels That rest on your shoulders Because I ain't able
Fable's fly out The mouth Of an astounding author His sound is profound His prowess authorized By his copywritten Signature Which is his style Italized And laid back Now, Crack open Another pack of pens And draw out The wildest conclusions In deep thought Then listen... The world dissapproves
The extent Of my intentions Were wilder than I could imagine So I didn't know I would take this far
The words written Were forbidden In the foulest belief system I wouldn't have Took it this far If my outrageous mind Wasn't dying From boredom Boarding off The monsters That try to alter ideas From beneath the bed They reach my head And toy with my Emotions Tantilize and Taint my tender mind Then morph it To be the tainter! To picture death You'll need help From this Morbid painter
Why do I Write so wickedly Then spread like pandemics It's Pandamonion momentarily Shared with you With whatsoever You should do
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Evil knowledge Is truth Look in your hands I say "Vice is right" Can I persuade? Like a gun used to ****** a murderer
Some executions Are executed At the exact moment Of redemption
How tempting Is it for A wholsome man to make A half-hearted attempt At prosperity Sparingly Laying in Evil's bed But never sleeping
When he awakes Will he use the tools Because he learned the trade Or teach others It's hard to reach others When all they believe Is a happy ending I conclude But The true ending You can't imagine Because it's too wild For you