My emotions corruptin my mind.
racing waters flowing from my eyes.

When I look into the skies the rain complains.
Its telling me things it fears and is hurt
by what it hears.

As it hears the disharmony and cannot be ignored.
It runs deeper beyond my mind's core, splashin
even more.

i feel so harsh in feeling
from Olypians:
then again i thieve so
little from them:
i guess i am owned
(saying)
    just as much as they are:
the ones saying anders breivik
what make you saying:
mind my kind children:
      the world is swayed by
the the icon of your own corruptin -
you, bring me Islam akin
to the Black Plague before my doors
as i am mind you welcome!
sheer the sheep and breed them
to welcome!
        you haven't learned
to teach your children the lie
they need to hear.