William

When calling upon your foolish foes, is it satisfaction that you seek, well answer me this.What satisfaction most moves you, is the child like previews into a past that youve not yet left, or are you just a frightened pesant, yes I speak to you, the ones who call themselves, human beings actually worthy of a modern breath, your round about fiasco's disgust me, I spit at your so called triumphs, and the city eats away at your bones like a vicious banished rat that exhist just beneath hell, your efforts are clearly unthoughtful, you dine In a hellish underworld you call, GLAMOUR, Is this your paradise ?truly this must be Mecca for you, you grin at one another congradulating yourselves with a poisones wine, that only a serpent would scale through, Listen to my words for I am speaking to you, the shit beneath the shit, unwanted, foolish upbringings, drowned In a snowy stream, cocooned by misty winds that guide you to your end.