Amusing myself Dullness I have endured Gazing below Spirit less realm Expressing delight Tails of the drowning rats Halo of moon In their pure faction Cold grip of repose Greeting an amenity Cessation foretold Remission of reality Chanel not choice Enthralled by impudence Fickle humans In excrement they vacillate I want the world to know that I exist I am afraid that the trust of me Will be the fate of you Bit it's worth the apples Amidst the swine exists a god The final name inside this notebook It will belong to you But we k**ed the boredom I must protect my fiedgling Utopia I am the god of this new world