I spit hot fire.

Step VII
Poetry

Oh, well I write this out in poetry
so you could sense whats best for me.
I'm sick of this complacency.
Burned by mediocrity.
I'm just asking for some empathy.
A little taste of entropy.
Now you could read and maybe be
all things you'd now believe.
Go right back to redundancy.
Spew your medicated prophecies.
The future you could hardly see
now drowning in the first degree.