A shameless desire it is when a man feels a grudge on you,
When the child cries & I surrender before you, Lost are the,
ones who were once dearer to you, Founds are the one who ,
were never near you, Certainty is the tool when the riders follow you,
A mercenary Revenge it is when we seek to convolve a matter undefined,
Beneath the heated layers of a man with the iron fist, Now its the time,
When we shatter the forces of a mad man, Hatred is what we always use,
As a weapon of mass destruction, Lust is what we always try to live forever!!!
Searching for Perspicuity in the matters unresolved, Ambiguity is what we have,
Been Facing through out, Lost throughout, Lost within, An equanimity never existed,
There in this maligned world, Surrendering myself was never an option before you,
Until the blood starts running up upside down & a pressure building up within,
until a megalomaniac evolves out of this phlegmatic soul as weapon of mass destruction.
Automated, with the emotionless horizons of a dark lord, Fate was something which was .
Never in our hands, A Sinister action is what you have been dealing with throughout this,
Genealogical Disorder by waking up the cadaver in a a dark moonless night, Blood thirst,
Sex Lust, A Lunatic Approach, is all what is you have disemboweled upon in a perennial world,
