My heart beats to the rhythm of a war drum. I enjoy night time, I stay with the shadows. I am kin to the characters of Poe. I'm Trying to attain for all the misery I've caused, but it just seems like I'm traveling deeper and deeper while getting lost.
Take me as I am. I try to be happy, but my outlook seems grim. I explain what's going on inside, you don't understand... you're too dim. This is a war only I can win. Sorry, you wouldn't understand the teachings of my ancestral kin.
I know you think I'm crazy, i guess it's a possibility... maybe? No, I'm just evolving. Trying to put the pieces together, this puzzle I am solving. I know it seems so selfish of me but you can't comprehend the things I see.
My heart beats to the rhythm of a war drum. I speak with the spirits, we are one. I forsee terrible things to come. The visions that plague me at night cannot be undone. If you have no compassion then they've already won.
"They," call themselves Master's of the Universe. What they've done is unleash a curse. I promise it will only get worse. Tolstoy was right, we must use anarchy we have to fight.
Too bad most people are content with this world and how we live. They're too conditioned, they have nothing to give. Anarchy without chaos is the only way, "that makes no sense," most will say. If you won't stand for what's right then i suggest you just pray.
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