Recidivistic Tragedy

Clever, watch as I severe ties ever so prized never was my suprised reaction to cries from whomever, forever damn whoever stands in paths I endeavor, morever they can suffer and I feel nothing whatsoever, and you are none better than a street beggar, no! Lesser, compared to my intellectual measures, you like a bumb in homeless shelters hiding from weather passed out on a stretcher, you would fold under my pressure as I press words. Like treasure it brings me great pleasure to profess for a semester knowledge as if I am a professor, think more like a professional aggressor, that compacts raps like it's all trapped inside compressors that erupt like an oppressor on my opponents; not my successors.    Vyllain.