Our Twisted Realm!

Man I'm sick of this world made of pricks,
this shit is ridiculous,
I might as well just give up and call it
quits,
I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
I am living in a  prison full of sinners,
the illuminati are the winners,
they don't give a fuck about us,
they want to see us cut by our lungs,
Society has no guts,
if we don't act now we will all be fucked,
this is why I got a pen and a piece of paper,
to write this down,
I'm really a peasant with no crown,
and do have a frown in an isolated town,
either listen to me now or not,
but I aint no fucking clown,
so figure this out now,
when the toilet flushes shit will go down,
The devils reign of tyranny will makes us all drown,
So it's societies job to eradicate the sod,
with the people who are so repulsive and odd,
no because apparently that is up to god?
this poem is so complicated and long,
I could probably turn these lyrics and put this into a song,
but before long you will all be gone,
so what's the point,
you might as well smoke a joint?