On and on I ponder. Like a real reason to wonder would pop up from the plunder. The loss of no honor. The shame in no respect, but at the same time they take that from you so what's the use? As you steal from me, you discrediting yourself. It was never an issue so get rid of the tissues. It's just a way of gaining nothing in the moment of something. I hope you proud of yourself. Raining in little to no wealth. Honesty should mean more because it doesn't cost you anything. Free is code released, but you forgot the Greed. Death before dishonor. In every case of giving 100, it puts you at the top as a requested donor.

Why it ended up the way it did still consumes ‘til this day. I guess the test I failed unless you programmed this L. I know my loyalty is in the right place. I guess when I put it on your tongue you couldn't handle the taste. Looking in the view of grace all I can see before it is dis. Reversing forces. Changing courses. A victim in your no trusting gaze. I can go off and let you see what really is hid in the shade, but I'll fade in the back. Though you had me consumed in your crack. The game is twisted and few reals are stuck trying to fix it. One minute it’s all good, but the next day you’re getting rid of who was stabbing you with the knife from your own kitchen. On and on I ponder, but I'm done wasting my thoughts in your dishonor. A very offensive thunder. The root that could make me evil and conceive them, but I’ll be just another you and I refuse. I like walking in my shoes and it's my prerogative. Unlike you I treated with the upmost respect and still do. It's what I chose. Honor before foes.