My instincts are sharp,

I can feel the vibes,

unfriendliness veiled by fake ass lies.

You all will smile like you actually care,

pretending to be a true friend

when really all your colors

hide away in a dark, damp cellar.

You think you can hide your true intentions,

but I can see past all your obsessions,

can see the real view in vivid pictures,

and I can hear all your whispered strictures.

You're all the same, all unenlightened

making your perspectives close in tighter

that you become so blinded from the truth;

your souls keeps screaming you're so uncouth.

But what do you expect from a generation that only guesses,

assuming and gossiping like they are apart of classes;

and maybe one day you all will see,

when your soul is sent down to Hell,

you all shall bleed.

But me?

Ha!

I'm as safe as can be,

for the Angels of spirits protect me and my family.

I 'm going to Heaven where I can fly free,

look down below and speak to thee.

The spirits that roam around the Earth,

I feel them speaking all the truths,

all the lies that you all speak,

this is why I rely purely on instincts.