Seed 22

No room for error
The end(WAR) to end all others(PECKWARS)
Complete Anarchy

Crying all Havoc
Without a thought for your role
Hands shake across bars

I wrote the book on
Suing the sewage round
And gaining traction 

Will I take my seat
And show what you did to US.
On yesterday? Full?

"Prank" resonating
My still enslaved opponents 
All declare "Feed my sheep."

I saw them eating
WillingLY by our hideout
(Their) friends and family

You will understand/comprehend
My every footfall swears
Of my presence here.

The Poetic/Romantic/Artistic Seed
Proof that all we ever need
Is one Heart on Sleeve.
Then you bear witness to my bad beat

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