The enemy pretends to be
In enmity, with its own identity
Working on subversive 'effigies', experimentally
Nothing more influencing me
Only thoughts of US existentially
Still seeking some serenity
While I help those arrested developmentally
I notice my urges to go berserk temperamentally
And do so with such efficacy
Expressing me effectively
No reason to try to be a GOD of syllabic supremacy
All my goals are mere memories
Searching for a remedy
While utilizing my lingual extremity, impressively
My intended impression be, as an entity named eric lee
Is to create and leave behind a legacy
Even if its considered a heresy, humanoid weaponry
I will remain benevolent, see?!
Until I'm spit upon incessantly
Then benevolent me, will express malevolently
Against ALL those whom have hurt or threatened me
Whether using physicality, words in actuality or through telepathy
I refuse to be easily defused, so I diffuse spewage on pews
Whether or not you've rejected me, I've infected thee
And have already paved my poetic path into lyrical longevity!