Monsters-- In the Shadow of Tyranny
I
Fear the wrath of us monsters, as you wander this land and ponder over our grandeur.
I tamper with your mind and leave you truly hampered, publicly scamper, and inferior in fear the greats revere our sphere of drear, dull bleak lifeless like a zombie unrighteous.
You are a monster alrite but the wrong kind in spite. We are kings, pinnacle of pure intellect, they fear our powerful persuasive perceptions they snore and ignore revealing our exceptions.
Im the guiding light a modern day Prometheus tell me your hardships and I’ll show you what easy is.
II
I’m a maniac, a maverick moving a muck.
I’d rather keep moving than slow and get stuck, demonstrating dire decisions has made me a demon like a scary beast runs the blood in my veins.
A life full of pains beats a world full of plains.
That’s what you are, a common perception, living a hoax no opinions just deflection.
The hoax is in hordes, millions are involved, I’d rather be this monster than end up appalled.
The human condition sums up this analogy, the monsters the human, the haters: anomaly.
I proudly remain one of the few, rather than rely or relentlessly rue.
You fear for my mind my actions and companions but reflect on your fallacy then question my opinions
III
They think I’m a monster because of my ability, total control and charm mixed with hostility.
My outspoken slogan of argumentation is feared, fueled by every motion so trepidation is reared, the anger of a debater formed avant-garde styles
Breaking all barriers, I’m going for miles.
In my life I’ve let morale not money steer.
Its far frequently forgotten so therefore its feared.
My marvelous methods make me a master but to them my never ending answers make me a MONSTER.