ive grown to hate
the constant weight
of obstacles in my way
no way to elevate
or seperate my myself from the median
but i am a comedian
because my mind cross dresses like madea
my discouraged fate
has once again proven its fate
that fate is nothing
because fate needs fate to keep awake
to stay afloat
this boat has no sail
please for heavens sake
let me come out alive from this quake
this depressing explosive state
i am fine
i just want you to in take
my brain is a laberynth
with no hope of escape
you can try for a couple years
but you may need a cape
and a belt of gadgets
to prove you can
batman this jail break
my body isnt a temple
its a fort
with killer animals in its place
you cant hope to sheild your face
from the vicious jaws of fate
that has come to agitate
and aggrivate
every bone
and skin
of your poker face
and leave you in the E.R.
with a soul of sadness and pure hate
no need to congregate
a group
of common grapes
to cause a rate
of brimstone
and fire
but i do not fear your state
because your but a colony
feeding me the raw materials
for my inferior race
and at this rate
you cant hope to take
or fake the pain you wieght
so you can wait
till futile amends begin to fold
inside your quake
of blood and gore
so masturbate the sensation
before you lose your haste
you are now endangered to my poutures
of your interface
so sit it down
before my words
lay you in your very place
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