Glance at the scripts, but never knowing the plots,
Ability to read a room is the reason I stay home a lot.
You adapted to the dark,
I was born in it.
Storm off the paper horrific,
Giants dont involve midgets,
Money doesn’t grow on tree’s, but I see the roots of evil,
Who is equal? On a godly tear with words,
What god made me.
Born with a pack of wolves and they all raised me,
Great when the odds face me,
Placed with these circumstances,
But earn my chances,
Not entitled to think that every question deserves a answer.
These words are sharp enough to cut through tension.
Pressure makes diamonds so you should probably expect force.
A grim odyssey,
I dont write these poems modestly,
God speaks to my soul,
Tell the devil to hush,
No irrelevant bluffs,
Fell in love with the pains,
But it was mostly lust.