To bring the tone and collapse the conversion,
Token of the corpse of the tongue,
Crave my dagger as I rip you a new hole,
As my thunder strikes the sun,
Bigoted minds explore my temptress of hate,
For those that I condemn and forsake,
Bring back the sword and let it lay my mouth,
As my words might disgust and brake,
Brave are the silent, the meek will rule again,
Fist before honour a deplorable conduct,
Make mistakes and pronounce me dead,
My life, my choice, your f*cked,
Deep in your foundation of your rules,
You lie to yourselves with every statement,
No notion or apprehension of the truth,
I dispose of your lifeless body in cement,
My malicious intent makes me scared,
The blood on my brow is forecast now,
In the heat I dismember your cruel,
This distaste I will not allow,
Ever in my chase of hollow charms,
I bet on my Mischievous bones,
To dismiss my partaken bite in ghosts,
I'm gonna continue my qualms in poem's.....