Pot Helps pt. 2

Oh lord hear me,
that I am the counterpoint of a 'juvenile' teen,
a raped and abused, left to die in the system that is supposed to rehabilitate me. Fiend
Fuck
U
C
K
Me
E.

Now let's take a moment to be perfectly honest,
what will you do without your post-apocalyptic,
uguggleeyy mouthed messiah,
your American-sponsored illegal war pariah,
the shotgun-seated free styling poetic beat crusher, birth-named Ryan?
A monster.
N-zero-F
'OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!'
Mountains of evidence proving that you will not be able to halt my advance. Smokey breath.
I HAVE ALREADY DEATH.

Oh lord hear me,
that I am the reason black holes exist.
the only feasible answer the universe can produce to counter the fire my eyes emit.
I swallow star shit.

My domination: annealed.
Cant
A
N
T
Stop
T
O
P
Me
E.