Who are you?

I love it when things go south because those are the times when the language of truth come spewing out the mouth.
Your true image becomes available for the world to see, I wanna see your catastrophic identity.
We’re all angelic during the summer but i need to witness the display you portray during the seasons of the abyss.
True colors are never worn until emotional stability is torn.
Society has turned into this exhibit that prohibits to be themselves.
False art waiting to be revealed but first you must rip it apart.
It’s frightening how a civilian can be someone’s ray of sunshine but another’s lightning.
It’s appauling how someone can be a messenger of God but is also calling demonic figures.
Come as who you are and pull the trigger.