I, The Specimen

Born from

The absence of rain

A degenerate composed

Of matter filled by hate

Locked inside this careless thought pattern

The cognitive dissonance

Truth stands alone

Looking in

False premises made to believe

It's all justification for my love of just

Waging wars

Towards who claimed their innocence

Made them guilty

By the powers that be

Fell for tragedies

That colored the canvas

Painted with

The strokes of a broken ego

No one to beg the differ

Just let crazy be

And fight til the end

We fell off so suddenly

These are the ways

Of a

Fine

Specimen

It's too early

To tell

Where he'll end up

Cracked and exposed

Guarded

Yet inviting

The expose

Of a shroud

Thrown his way

Behold, your King!

It's causing chaos

To speak of a revelation

No truth can compare to the

Absolution

I demand

That you relay the sentiment of

Being lost without a path

Thus you are

The experiment now