P.F.

The truth is
you're the weak
and i am
the tyranny
of wicked men

Dying tears living of dreams
Overflowed by disasters of corrupted masters
Roughing down the laughing frown
Escaping beasts establishing feasts
Murderous intent craving for triggering content

You don't have to point out where it all went wrong,
Don't even try to come along with your chi-an-chong.
I reflected back on the past and received the expected sack,
Just listen and sit down
i'm aware i'm on my way to limbo
Truthfully, it's lust holdin' me.

Gazing in your eyes i can see i've met your soul before,
Glancing through your lies, this is a deja-vu times four.

"When a child has an imaginary friend, we call it cute and play along. When an adult has an imaginary friend, we call it schizophrenia and treat him with drugs. When many adults share an imaginary friend, we call it religion and get yelled at when we point out the similarities between points two and three."

-credits to an unknown source..