Manifest Destination

Trash Talk
The streets are gold but reek of piss and look like shit. The stench of
fear is real among the charlatans of dominance. Make no mistake, this is
the age of plague and hate. Our fucked up generation's come to seal our
grisly fate. Maladjusted, forever fucked. No love for anyone, anyhow,
anymore. This curse has ruined me and everyone can see the truth I hold
behind there eyes is a lie.