VECT - Tha Vituperation

Born out of darkness... isolated, tormented
Memories of his hell replay continuously... in his mind
He finds no solace except confiding music
No one can be trusted. He hides himself away from weariness, hatred, ignorance
Fighting the horror that burns within and outside of him
His battle knows no end. His 1 fear is only of himself
A rain of negativity saturates him in every direction
He returns not, let the consequences be what they may
He could not return if he would. His sole thought is immediate escape
He turns his back forever, ashamed of those with tremendous stupidity
Lost in reveries of death, failure, solutions and betrayal
Doubting the care and fidelity of the dearest friends
With a microphone ever so embraced within his hand
Listen closely to the tales of his isolated incidents
He is known as Maniacal V, the Lycan of Pain, Tha V-E-C-T
But none know him better than... VECT

Written by:
Pantera Puglisi

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