_Attracted to the light.
Don't wanna eat the light
that gives me my nicotine hit at night.
I delight in what's not 'right'.
Fuck that right. I'll blind you with my plight.
I'm slight, silently all right, it's my life.
There's death night at every corner am I right?
Of course I'm right.
I'm not left. Not bereft of moral insight._

_Like an anti liberal offence
I will implode your innocense.
Fuck sense.
Fuck the dividends.
Are we men?
Fuck my words.
Aren't they irrelevant?
It's like I am hell-bent to represent the fear in the present
intent of vehement men.
Deliberate intentions raise fearful expectations amongst friends._

_Clocks rattle and shadows shift. Time bends_

_I'm debased, high as a kite.
The sun is the only fire in sight.
Sky high, with Roxanne, Bob and Vietnam.
It's the second stand against the 'truthful' reprimand.
I'll stand against the chaotic failed hand.
For man I'll fight to the teeth like a dentist deceived in the Middle East.
Fighting for truth it's a 'truth' at least.
Nervous, not at ease.
Praying to God we are like yeast;
so we'll rise at sunrise when the heat
starts to cook our weather-beat cheeks._

_This reeks of cheekiness._

_Fuck the write up
I'll write you up for a fucking cut up
and then I'll cut you up with words spat out and sped up
to rip the top off that creativity cap
I'll wrap this with some smack that will devour attack,
placed at my doorstep like a baby born, with love lacked.
I Learnt to adapt and learnt to be made to be more
I'll feast on the floor where you walk just to see you fall
I'll score many more just to decorate this wall.
I'll watch you wail in the fall seeing you fail makes me happy to say
that I always should have dug your grave
just to make sure that you couldn't be saved from the mess you made.
I'll defend the heavens to the heathens in any matter and I'll meet the maker
when I find the faker.
I'll create emaciated grace just to fuck with your undisclosed face.
I can feel it and it's real in its unreal reality which proclaims a diversity.
Poison tipped death threats, linguists doing back flips just to have your head on bread before you're pronounced dead.
Make a mental note of this mental incapacitation that's gonna take you before aggravation and assault deals with what's left of your body that God wrought.
This isn't sport when there are no losers or winners ain't no spectators that be grinnin' when you're foundation is deliberately sinnin'._

_Yes yes yes.
In jest we ingest the impressed information.
This metriculation of idealised narration puts a nation at ease.
The ideas squeezed from fruit that doesn't hang in trees.
These thieves hang in threes; its hell's grim tyrant ruminating about ruination._

_Gotta get a handle of my kingdom.
Should'a known narcissistic kings don't
like to give up power and wont
alleviate the shower of pain so
gotta pop hood on this game until
the machinations come out plain.
I will fight for the common man,
I will fight for the unknown name._