Even my malice is virtuous
For I don't bring harm to those who bring harm to themselves

To my dearest friends seeking drama
I hope to to rattle you well

Your minds shifted not to how I feel
But rather to sow the seeds that impregnate your drama fields, you've something to sell

I think it time you've gotten what drama yields
So be on your merry way and merry go, someplace liken to hell

I'm immune to you like winter, I'm well layered
Like petty crooks you've taken to claw at my flesh as if digging for gold
So I've left your carcass on the road

I'm glad to say that It's far behind me
As the stench was unbearable upon sight of it's truths there laying exposed