pictures can be viscous

So get your pictures  the victors always vicious You falsify fictitious  plots points so divisive  more than glad that i had missed it  Wishes woefully ungranted  from my mind supplanted  mostly show me the fantastic Sometimes i just need my ass kicked  Partial arts to being passive Parting start appears elastic Larping darkness just to act it Using magic for the lapses In my judgment must need classes Lost my glasses so im that kid Soon to be but once enacted  Gets exacted out on me  Maybe its vengence or resentments Soon to be i guess we Will have to hide and watch to see What is the outcome  Once delivered Its deliberately gives shivers Many rains make many rivers Pains the plains they used to be Will it so using the know Within your brain inside your skull And if you know you still dont know Only how it seems to be Perspective shapes our own per instance Indicate the vaguest distance With the flow i act resistant we both know im just a pissant  Wishful wanton weilding weapons of nonsensical descriptions always taking careful aim always seems that i keep missing Listen to the wrong directions wandering the wayward sections and when a helping hand is offered i just let them see perfection  Once my humbles all but crumbled  my go get ems ground asunder do i ever take a step on back and really start to wonder