You assinine powerhungry magnifecent traitors.
Dont you know I have seen all you are possibly capable of?
You think you are strong enough to even try to break me?
Im fueled by my consumption of rage and liquidation of my enemies.
You are best to say on my good side.
Do you even know my name? Or am I just the mule who works for you?
Do you even have the willpower to do what you need done?
Or do you need an underling to do everything.
So tired of this I thnk as I smash my head through concrete walls.
Doing what you need to do yourself.
Am I that worthy to possibly do the work of someone who views themself as God?
**** the ten commandments as they say...
I cant feel my eyes anymore, If they are even there...
Cant think straight, my mind is on my life at the moment...
I smell you everywhere (Scotch, Peppermint, and Money, The scents of a lawyer)...
I see you everywhere...
I sit and do all your work...
You dont do anything important while I do your sh**...
Maybe that is why I might say that I quit?
Charlie...