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If I leave you before me I win.
If I break this before you break me it will break you.
I am undefeated.
Eyes in the back of my head.
Eyes that see into the abyss that is the future.
I am not here for you any more.
I am not you punching bag, whipping boy, Loyal nigger.
I can't even embrace being a nigga.
To you I am your tool.
For your resource.
You bend the knee to tyrants, and enslave your brother, demean your sister,
All while thinking the world bends to you.
You are every ones's fool.
Trust, was always thin in a world made of lies.
Where the strong cry,
The good die,
before they can even see light.
You are a parasite.
You are the darkness in your own heart and spread like a pestilence that threatens the fabric of humanity for you have lost yours.
Demon.
My seed the fuel to your malice.
Demon.
My love is the tune to my requiem for you to dance on my spirit.
Demon.
Playful bites turn into attempts to eat my soul through my body.
Demon.
You stay in your lane.
You keep away from me.
My glory is mine and mine alone.
No contract will ever look good enough to make me sell my soul to some one.
Even Satan had a heart.
Even Satan had rules.
Even Satan had a code.
You only have a mask.
Even God had a heart.
Even God had rules.
Even God had a code.
I have consciousness.
Freedom
Or at least faith in the limited freedom I actually do possess.
Still leaps and bounds ahead of you.
You are a slave to your malice.
You hate me as much as I used to love you.
You can't even read this without getting riled up.
You've lied to yourself and denied the foundation of truth,
all in an effort to be the Ruler of nothing.
In a kingdom of Rulers.
Kings and queens of nothing.
Yet only you can rule,
even tho you do absolutely nothing but drain.
Parasite.
I am watching you and learning you.
Its my curiosity that will end you.
You are a slave to your malice.
A Ruler of Nothing, but also everything nefarious.
Dressed in the finest of fabrics to cloth a demonic creature.
Vanity your vice,
Lust your tool,
Domination your goal.
The reality is you are absolutely worthless in a world made of infinite nothing.
I'm barely here for myself.
Why would I submit to you?
If I break this before you break me it will break you.
I am undefeated.
Eyes in the back of my head.
Eyes that see into the abyss that is the future.
I am not here for you any more.
I am not you punching bag, whipping boy, Loyal nigger.
I can't even embrace being a nigga.
To you I am your tool.
For your resource.
You bend the knee to tyrants, and enslave your brother, demean your sister,
All while thinking the world bends to you.
You are every ones's fool.
Trust, was always thin in a world made of lies.
Where the strong cry,
The good die,
before they can even see light.
You are a parasite.
You are the darkness in your own heart and spread like a pestilence that threatens the fabric of humanity for you have lost yours.
Demon.
My seed the fuel to your malice.
Demon.
My love is the tune to my requiem for you to dance on my spirit.
Demon.
Playful bites turn into attempts to eat my soul through my body.
Demon.
You stay in your lane.
You keep away from me.
My glory is mine and mine alone.
No contract will ever look good enough to make me sell my soul to some one.
Even Satan had a heart.
Even Satan had rules.
Even Satan had a code.
You only have a mask.
Even God had a heart.
Even God had rules.
Even God had a code.
I have consciousness.
Freedom
Or at least faith in the limited freedom I actually do possess.
Still leaps and bounds ahead of you.
You are a slave to your malice.
You hate me as much as I used to love you.
You can't even read this without getting riled up.
You've lied to yourself and denied the foundation of truth,
all in an effort to be the Ruler of nothing.
In a kingdom of Rulers.
Kings and queens of nothing.
Yet only you can rule,
even tho you do absolutely nothing but drain.
Parasite.
I am watching you and learning you.
Its my curiosity that will end you.
You are a slave to your malice.
A Ruler of Nothing, but also everything nefarious.
Dressed in the finest of fabrics to cloth a demonic creature.
Vanity your vice,
Lust your tool,
Domination your goal.
The reality is you are absolutely worthless in a world made of infinite nothing.
I'm barely here for myself.
Why would I submit to you?
Published 14th Mar 2019
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