People always want evolution; running to and fro causes dangerous occlusion. “Holier than thou” attitudes lend themselves out for seclusion! If it was up to me you’ll all stand in line for execution!
Vipers walk the earth spreading their venomous infections. Their dogmatic declarations make me dive into everlasting acclimations! What you need is reformation; a constant giving over into fornication. My words crack your solid foundations; my writs possess you as pure incantations! My state of deprivation brings you to frustration... don’t worry my dear, my revolution shall bring to you real evolution!
You want evolution?
My scripts are the solution!
There is no complication; forget thou old communication – for here cometh the writer with his exaltation. His celebration shall be your defamation; the reason you’ll take to the streets with humiliation! The Piper that pipes a tune is I; my music shall need no translation – for in my debauchery you shall forever more hunger with starvation! Screaming you will wish for damnation; none shall hear your pleas and exhalation. The iron fist shall be my domination until I see your demised extermination. All shall smell your rotting stagnation; eyes shall see your constant deterioration. From my grip there is no amputation; nevertheless my words shall keep you in fascination.
You still want evolution?
Hard you’ll feel my revolution!
Your soul shall sing my indoctrination; your hands shall caress your body with pure excitation – as I stand watching in you my ingenious incarnation!
Beware of the Piper that pipes his tune; for all shall feel the wrath of my inclination!
Here comes evolution...
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