#blessed

The black plague came to define the rat. They're feeding on your feed and you're reminded of that. Like a higher education can hide the sick fact that the zeitgeist is far warmer to sons of slave owners. You're a mutation and I'm thrilled to observe how you yank at a mineral mass to wield this Excalibur. So tonight, when you provide my only form of exercise, I'll be drinking to you. Hell yeah. You're a killer. You're a god. You're burdened with all my admiration. I'll burn out with you. If your education lacks, if your expectations sag, you're going to know I need you more. You're going to know I've got your back. Don't you claim the feeling's dead. I've got an axe that swings upon my head. I want to feel your breath upon my legs. I want to swell until my eyes seep red. I thought I lost my spark; I lost my head. I want to kill that dream the world is fed. They can't claim the feeling's dead.