The frugal, The small.
Pass laws, due time, let's dine.
In my eyes, oh smooth blade
take blood and heart along the way.
My figure, a limited intellect
stamp down the power, judge me
now and incarcerate you dour.
Fool, silent and haughty you
are a pathetic paradigm of
irreconcible incompetence.
You sick, condescending
bastard, I'd wrench your neck
rouge and watch you taint, I
mean paint, these hands spite.
Within this waning light, the night
you're a flegdling, obscure upright.
Parasite, on all of mankind's bosom,
release! squeeze! demand! granted!
Of me, you'd salvage every last grain.
Remain, I shall. Obtain, you taunt, relish,
and reap as all is well.
Yes, as all is well.
Always, inept, biased, in hell
you'll see me, remiss of bliss
away and exploited in banal.
Of the product of a class with
or without the grasp of
the fortitude of forgiveness.
In a veil, this corner of
the frugal, the small.
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