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 they claim 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.