A Formulated Lie

I invite you to step in to the terror dome. All that lives here is from the unknown. A blockade of sorts lies awaiting a predestined evil force. An issue of the blame game along with trials and tribulations of the insane. Those with deep dark secrets live with the tortured spirits. Reasons are always unknown but the invite will never be dethroned. Actions become bold as the mighty are torn apart and thrown. Away is the creepiest part of a changing heart. Go and be free with all the righteous sinful nature beasts. Further and further, then one step away from tainted beliefs. Nobody’s screams are told as good as the mortified. Beat up and rugged from the lifeless bliss a trend is crucified. This is all forced upon thoughts from those beat up with deaths fist. A nature versus nurture issued game becomes blitzed. Among the dyeing are those relying on an nonreligious feast of hammered lies and deceit? Full of heinous nature crimes starts a ticking bomb inside. Getting away with a blood red murderous tag instead of taking that prison bus ride. Sneaky dispositions are now put on a given betrayal of those with the hidden unknown. The cover is blown, and he is now to atone. All of those days and nights spend thinking of ways to sabotage alone. Was it all a plane to dethrone? A little birdy now speaks as the man’s thoughts get a predestined malignant thought. The room is spinning as the formulated minds are caught. The authoritative way gives pressure as the crown hits the ground. A mystery is at large as the hound. A stylish secretive motto lingers around. Raw featured memories take hold. This will not be the day his dignity is sold. The plot profoundly never told. The story hit the streets as the days grew cold. A hero was made on the wintery scheming day. He stuck to the rules and had nothing to say.