ANVTHER MVNDAY
Life during quarantine is a continuous cycle, The same walls surround me and make me feel like I'm psycho in a cell, I have no goals and I have no rivals, Quarantine is worse than burning in hell, 'Nother Monday passed again, All days and hours, they are the same, Loneliness makes me insane, It’s so sad to realize that there will be no games in the coming month, I just started to heat up, I didn’t kill enough, I feel like a prisoner in handcuffs, I stopped feeling tough, I feel my roof roll down, The real world has finally slipped, it’s more profitable for me to be in my own It seems that I have degraded so much that all I want now is to keep killing, There's no more limit, the beast is on the hunt, there is no ceiling, The atrocities make me feel more dead than living, I'm a real beast already and not a villain, As I thought, my beast wants sinful souls, I'm losing my mind from his laughter, the skin burns and smoke oozes from it, My goal now is to get a contract and have fun without limits, I have no reason to kill as well as pity, I buried it, The soul will be next, I’ll kill a dozen people and then there'll be flex, And after them dozens more stacks of bucks will arrive in an instant
2020-10-07 10:42:52
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