There is no Justice

My thought patterns in my mental tavern are far beyond Saturn. They burrow in your mind like Flatworms in caverns. Unlike bad germs, I'm the opposite like antiseptics or the approximate. Each track? I'm effective with to demolish it or use narratives of real facts to polish it. A banging beat? I'm Iike the Man of Steel in Metropolis. I'm on top of it like it's provocative with thoughts stronger than vodka is. When I erupt, I get nuts so that the crowd gets struck in the face with metaphorical white chocolate and they react like they're glad that I offered it. I'm the operative that makes others look awkward if they misrepresent what the culture is with vulgar lips and/or try to alter it. And why? Because there's absolutely no call for it. I bring the pain like an ulcer gets when I innovate so get it straight. That chance for you to make a mistake - don't fall for it. You do not want to have to altercate and be thrusted into an alternate reality of brutality, which most believe is a fallacy until they realize Sector5one is also Mr. Duality - a galactic being with tactics extreme, tragic, drastic, that I can rip through the fabric of dreams where inhabits nightmarish magical things. Now just imagine if I were someone like yall ravaged with evil how dreadful and savage I could be to people with every judgment ranging from public lashes to the illegal. I am the product of profound abuse, ancestors of the Brown Recluse had their necks bound in a noose. And what was the darn excuse? A mistreated slave had gone loose. Our tormentors still haven't formed a truce. To this day we're still being stormed by troops. The racist flag they salute. Black man, even when you're unarmed, they will shoot.