I used to write stuff before, much of which was trash. But I did rediscover this old one:
No respect for the bricklayers
We jacked with hammers.
Unfounding foundations for strength sensations.
Striving to be players in the wrong game / Look at the board and watch where you aim that thing.
Our greatest weapon.
Filled with hollowed points, full of pointless hollow.
Not even Paul would be revered and for the Creator of all there is no fear.
Death causes few tears, cause there will be like 20 more before the new year.
He who has an ear let him hear.
Wisdom outside knocking with bloody knuckles, while these children are experts in belt buckles.
I wonder if Satan chuckles.