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One of the breed, always offending

Got what I need, never relenting

You’re baring me, unindulgent

Know what I know, comprehension

Crimes for my being, the cold hour waits

What I’ve produced is seen.

Time spent believing, that within you’re eyes I’d be all

You refuse to see what I’ve got now and your

tendency to prejudge how my own thing is

wrong, I’ve been outdone and my rejected

self's with none.

Got sick of you asking questions

You'll never know my intentions

Bite off the hand that never feeds

Social decree, alienate me

Proceed to be my own heathen

Not one to see your assertion

Cut your bullshit ties on me with love

Crimed for my being