I have faith but I’m not mordecai/ in myself, and the mental health I fortify/ but when that belief briefly sorta dies/ I become numb n much more likely to mortify/ this is child’s play, i am lord of flies/ so I take my words, verbs, and I morter guys/ when the walls fall and the morter flies/ maybe they’ll understand god damn I am borda lies/ bored of the bullshit that they immortalize/ I mean I’d eat dreams before normal lies/ I won’t follow or swallow bullshit to normalize/ whatever put it all together and organize/ stab verses in their heart till that organ dies/ as they rot in hell tell em there aren’t moral lies/
Verbose Musings 