wild Night

Some addicted to the needle/ some addicted to the pipe /some choose to serve a master who controls they whole life./ Afterlife, only certainty i have. I expect mine to consist of many demons that laugh. maybe at me, with me, after me or before me, only this I know is certain, there is NO god damn GLORY! all that is part of the make believe story. one that's told to all as we grow and age unto maturity. gradually, silently, waithing for the day, for infancy to slip away and as we become grey. once i was a small child now a mother fucker full of RAGE! cut my losses at the start of the race, this road has already been ran, at the end of it hidden in plain sight lies a condemning Cage. we will knowingly enter become trapped and retrained filled with fine lies so disgustingly filled with humanities hate. At the endless amount of time we spend in there we're now drained. Mentality Physically Spiritually pained due to life's lack thereof appropriate discipline. Police it's an illusion, particularly when you misbehave uniforms come with force to slaughter your body along with everything you've ever attained. k I'm