Abriosis Frailty
Sat down, lied to, f..cked up again. Child’s mind, naive,
pick’s up the signals we send, fill the brain, program,
all our fear. Sociopathic child that we reared. Dig down,
deep down, repressed. Dig down, deep down, contempt. Dig
down, deep down, profile is grandiose. Beautiful, but
frail, the peddles of this rose. Exercises despotic
control over every aspect of the victim's life, emotional
need to justify his crimes therefore he, “I don’t feel
your righteous in me”. The core. Anti-social. Falling
down. Down to the ground, delinquent soul drowned. Most
aberrant architecture we’ve ever found. Failed, frail,
deceit for pleasure. Messed around, paranoid today. My
time’s the judge, mess around the thoughts, my time’s
today, Messed around, enslaved in their way. I don’t feel
your righteous in me. The core, anti-social. Hand wounds
while masturbating. Failed, frail, deceit for pleasure.
Doesn’t suit the cost, does the ditzy boss, grows like
moss. Dealing with the law, and the clothes were gone,
ditched and lost. Chasing, traitors with lack of empathic
nature. Chasing, traitors with lack of moderation. Raw
secretes with masturbation, raw secrets of maturation.