Individuals Menaced me but true malice Arises from groups
My bound hands and the Litany of wrongs; was I Your evil twin? The Leering grin of the Executioner above Forces me to think. Our
Still do I writhe and Wriggle on your hook, begging For merciful death.
Genius I could have Been, am becoming, will one Day be, eternal.
Serene, twisted smile The fiend beckons me, hints of Mercy, dagger sharp
Dead-eyed clown mouths what My chickenshit goodness will Never say aloud