It's no mystery, anger lives in me, brutality visionry, no vitality
Typically just suicidal puzzling, tongue is idle, vile bubbling
You didn't earn it, your vermin, the envy in me is churning
It's troubling, its torment, I'm crumbling, my spirit is burning
Your a bully, a hornet, but i'm through ignoring, i'm warning
If you continue, this story gets gory, the blood will be pouring
My life is on the menu, no restoring, I'll be gone, and you morning
You'll be left hoarding a guilty conscience, turning monster at forty
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