A satisfactory story
Glory is when he's dead
No interest in intellect
The spoon was broken when he was fed
A satisfactory story
Glory is when he's dead
No interest in intellect
The spoon was broken when he was fed
An urge to destroy all hate that is left
I can see you in your castle...
I've been a peasant - I've been a pleb
I've had no desire to have it all
I've laid in my bed
But share misfortune 'til the end!
Sense tweaked
How should I speak
If I can't see?!
Fences, institutions tell you WHO TO BE!
(Trusting no one. Robotic existence. Into the night never to be
Testing me. Blessing me. Festering seed)
A satisfactory story
Glory is when he's dead
No interest in intellect
The spoon was broken when he was fed
He's a pleb!
I don't know anatomy
I don't math
I won't be a casualty
They don't understand, so I can continue to ask a question with no relevance
AND an answer to match!
Breath Through My Ears!
Breathe Through My Ears!
Breathe Through My Ears!