The face of man-made truth grins at the drugged and turns from the famished.
Frowns at the enslaved and for sympathizer’s are incredibly embarrassed.

It’s hands are craft-full at making demands of taking.
Whether by manipulation, violence, confusion, or the sadly mistaken.

Their feet’s stampede.
Leaving only, conveniently, tolerable, follow-able prints, coincidently, considered necessary to properly proceed.

The damned body’s equipped for any game or party!
And is stipulated for sculpting statue statutes, supposedly, compared Godly.

Now on the premise’s of grimace’s, my acceptances’s expectance, famlily, is way pass limitless!

Not smoke and mirrors, nor shadows that screen,
Or interfere and even reflect power’s poison upon feins.

No matter how whoever tries to make it make sense, brain matter is fertile seed.
Got to read even the bullshit that’s what's in between the line's I MEAN in DEED.

When man loves money more than life,
Detrimental derogatory words hand me letters and being the carrier I am, I get them clairvoyantly across twice.

Double-edged warrior, nice.....................