All those that live by the tongue shall perish for they shall hang themselves within their own spoken words of misery...
Crucified like slithering snakes infiltrated within a circle to cause damage onto others as if they themselves were the epidemic of perfection...
I have surrounded myself by many but sad to say that I can not tell who is my enemy, for with their swords I have felt my soul slain in agonized pain...
Trust is a luxury I can not afford to no longer give away for evil that has come to me in many ways...
Deceived by those whom I thought I could have trusted in my darkest of days the tarnishing of my goodwill name...
I do not need deification done by others for choices and penalties I have paid, it is enough with my personal decision that I have made...
For if I could root all those so called friends I would tell them to rot in the depths of hell for with their souls they shall someday pay...
For in my life that only pertains to me I would wish for those would cease to exist setting me free, in my life for which I only subsist...
In banishment you shall be named, in the presence of thy Lord you shall fall upon in shame, Exodus will bring you to your knees when you are present in his reign...