Your intelligence is an insult, My vengeance is the result, Your pride is a mask for your shrouded occult
You ridicule the masses for their incessant contempt, Their conceptual resentment for all you forget
Polluting the air with you staunch disposition, Your condescending mode, and your vogue acquisition
But you’re not the credulous soul you proclaim, For you have forgotten the point of your aim
You aim for righteous but your mark is a miss, And the mark that you make is a throne in remiss
So insult my intelligence, Since you know what’s best
Just beware of my vengeance, Come on now……NEXT!