Fuck Them....
Parents are funny. Im right, FOR ONCE in my life, and they get mad at me, ground me, take away my car, take away EVERYTHING, and tell me its my fault for being right. I dont understand parents and i think most people agree with me, theyre so full of themselves, they think there shit dont stink. Except for those acceptions wehre the parents love the kid as much as the kid loves them. I can safely say, my parents hate me just as much as i hate them, a hell of a fucking lot. I mean i love them and id take a bullet for them, just not today, fuck that. I guess i shouldnt say i hate them, thats just mean in retrospect. Well, i guess its true tho, "honor thy mother and father" but it doesnt say anything about likeing them. Like i said, id do anything for them, just not today. I sound spoiled, i know, but im not. I just lost it with them, and that rarely happens, its always "yes mam, yes sir" , do this, mowe that, and i do it, it doesnt bother me, but to ground me for a week just because im right about a silly little thing, i think thats sick.
It is truly the perfect being:
Its armor is tenfold sheilds.
Its teeth, swords.
Claws in the guise of greeting hands.
How does it sleep at night,
This tyrant-
Heaping slaves on the pyre
Just to watch ambition burn.
It is truly the perfect being:
It's armor is tenfold sheilds,
And from its tongue, fire.
~
Could any being verily bask in malevolence?
As if its indifference might pardon it.
This Tyrant.
He is the fatherless.
With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself.
What can it create?
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands.
It cannot create a thing.
~
When the public speaks the truth,
Simply tear it down..
Dissent, and smolder.
Your thoughts are law, great dragon.
Just spare me and mine,
While I bide my time
Knowing you well,
The enemy.
~
Cover may the everymen,
I show no recoil for
A would-be dragon,
The common man is the consummate dragon -
The poorest excuse of a man.
~
My chest to sheilds.
My teeth to swords.
My hands to claws.
And fire...
Now we can make war.
A titan against a titan.
It is truly the perfect being:
Its armor is tenfold sheilds.
Its teeth, swords.
Claws in the guise of greeting hands.
How does it sleep at night,
This tyrant-
Heaping slaves on the pyre
Just to watch ambition burn.
It is truly the perfect being:
It's armor is tenfold sheilds,
And from its tongue, fire.
~
Could any being verily bask in malevolence?
As if its indifference might pardon it.
This Tyrant.
He is the fatherless.
With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself.
What can it create?
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands.
It cannot create a thing.
~
When the public speaks the truth,
Simply tear it down..
Dissent, and smolder.
Your thoughts are law, great dragon.
Just spare me and mine,
While I bide my time
Knowing you well,
The enemy.
~
Cover may the everymen,
I show no recoil for
A would-be dragon,
The common man is the consummate dragon -
The poorest excuse of a man.
~
My chest to sheilds.
My teeth to swords.
My hands to claws.
And fire...
Now we can make war.
A titan against a titan.