Breathe deep, consume, release.
Vastness in belief, your morals they leave.
You snake, serpentine.
Get back, dodge and weave.
Strike, strike, strike
Bite the hand that feeds.
Bite the hand, malevolent selfish greed.
The burden of proof unfolds itself unto you.
Accolades fall away, dripping in the water you've tainted with rage.
Dragged into waste absorbed, you will not leave this place unscathed.
Held tightly as you stand, does this distance make you mad?
A cloud of terrifying thoughts spawns complex metamorphosis
