Backlash

The devil is i, and i the devil. A reflection of his ashes made flesh, intentions once good, a captive, now deformed, becoming the syndrome that is Stockholm. Yet, i still part of the "norm", with an appetite for destruction like a Gun and Rose song, can't seem to find the "norm" in my everyday anxieties . You see the future is my father and I his bastard, can't fast forward I'm the past, that can never lead to the present. Therefore I, resent false ambitions, peace conditions and the mechanism of your social views. Which are ever skewed and taken apart by a universal tool; a silver tongue bastard, as I. So don't shy away, let the foreplay begin, as i finagle your hope and let it climax and becomes your demise.