>The industry

>Of which you work

>A twisted scheme

>To steal hard work

>From those of us

>Who reap what sewn

>And give of love

>From soul to soul

>But serpents meat

>Is all you know

>I cannot blame

>Who does not know

>Intoxicants

>In which you steep

>What shame

>They keep you all asleep

>To dismantle

>And claim of friendship

>When friend in need

>No hand extended

>Brevity

>Perverted ties

>And drunken fiends

>Sit and watch

>As we've come clean

>Now watch our burning enemy

>Who claim of clean

>Through grimy sheen

>Who change and change to fit the scene

>But marks on flesh

>who you just are

>You cannot hide

>Your twisted scars

>We see right through

>Just who you are

>Just who are you

>Are you just?

>Think it out.

>Are you just?

>Expose the ring

>That’s built within

>Luciferian, strings of sin

>Do you feel free?

>So free to sin?

>To manipulate

>The minds of Kids

>Come from the Queen

>Tax havens, just

>To break the will

>Of those of us

>Who will not stand

>Against the will

>Of words bestowed

>With sacred trust

>But now we must

>But now must we

>Because we see

>On bended knee

>You’ll bow to thee

>I’ve been bestowed with the

>privilege

>of being born

>a poor,

>autistic,

>loser

>with a sweet monkey brain

>made out of wet clay.

>The only thing I’ve ever cared about

>(Other than various female obsessions)

>(and self preservation)

>is being able to influence the world

>in some sort of positive way

>through my actions on earth

>with the given time that I have.

>for years

>I’ve stifled myself

>to being another part of the masses

>due to my own fear and insecurity.

>And sadly

>because of the fact

>that I’m willing to accept TRUTH

>and change my ideals

>instead of being caught

>in the feedback

>of my own echoing

>utopian ideals,

>I’m constantly changing my beliefs

>as to what the best influence

>I can possibly make is