Lately, your whole of the community or committee wont admit wrongdoing,
You say or portray that I’m the shoe lead, shoe horn or screwing,
Less half of the story u cant believe it still exist,
So you read along the lines of what u see has give in,
By majority, it will still be the same,
Prejudiciously, because majority sets the rules of the game,
You are just a user unaware of the impossible slant of difficulty,
Yet police wont tell you you’re mother sold u to infirmities of pre-order,
The desire to wait upon your time is near,
However, your outlook is far from clear,
I’ll set you up here with my own move to far,
Allow you to read the minutes of God, the wound, the disease, and the scars,
And as you are present for the proceedings to began,
I will give you comfort at the time of the end,
Don’t get me wrong though from your lack of trust,
It is God whom I serve Knighthood by honor the steel that doesn’t rust.