• Sick from my condition,
    Tired of corned addition.
    Weary from sluggish ambition,
    Running from new commission,
    Time to shift to darker ignition.
    I wont give in to submission,
    No matter the suspicion,
    you’ll see in this transition.
    I’m a better tactician,
    In an uncomfortable position,
    No longer waiting for permission.
    I break free to remission,
    All I wanted was recognition,
    But now your only opposition.
    I’m life’s musician,
    Time to die of malnutrition.
    Time to rendition.
    Your sick petition.
    Its time to rewrite this work of fiction.
    -XIII