Keep Your Hollow Disposition

Keep your hollow disposition, Slave away to false ambition. I’ve no time for wont contrition, I shall thrive without permission. Save my spot in death’s perdition, Hellfire knows no inhibition. Hear this haunting premonition: “Time will seek our demolition.” I give faith its due position. Still, I hold one opposition: Man is bound by sin’s condition. Hence, I rest in my suspicion. Balanced minds breed erudition, Naïve hearts fuel pride’s emission. Here I thrive without permission, There you die in fool’s submission.