Reign Supreme

Thirteen years I was locked away, A life thrown under the wheel. As each day passed, I never looked back, Just a beat down body with a mind intact Counting days inside my head Set the trap, stab my back, then walk away Framed and judged, left behind

An abomination The last of a family of filth Procreator should have pulled out A fucking waste of sperm Family scorned abhorrance Would've done the world a favor So much aggravation alleviated If you were aborted How pathetic can one be? Always sinki

The long lasting record The customary truths Historic correlation Questioning is moot Victor's think the privilege Of taking the account Falls on their shoulders Vain assumption flawed Amending previous chronicles Descends in generation Peering throu

Minds seduced by scripture, masquerade as pawns Rejecting each other, they take on many forms Holy hymns, incantations, rise into the air High on the myths of the church They never quite see where they are Like God, their devil is an icon, for face-p