The Rope of Lift

Exception to the rules,

the insidious fools,

Hiding like a troll that uncontrollably druels,

There is nothing to the consumption,

Stop right there or ill jump them,

Trying to cut the rope to end anothers hope,

Dropped em to the ground and still couldn't be found,

Bound for the reason it was made in the season,

To this is for the being of knowing and seeing,

An eruption of corruption,

In this country I´ve got some,

Cant imagine the construction of the induction of the criminal injunction,

Did too much and know you cant function,

The campfire burns like gases of fire and desire,

All to the same it is just a flame,

With nothing to take shame in the aiming of game,

The among and the blaming from the top of the mountain,

A brick to their face to cause a blood fountain,

Told them not to cross the line but again it happened another time,

Now that is there and the space is nowhere

A lot to ponder to the thinker that wonders...