They tell you to wash your face (Real.)

All I know is that, from this point on, ill be incredulous When everyone reads my Oedipus Rex, sees the edifice And asks you to forget. They tell you to wash your face. As far as the human soul can reach Deep through the chest, down my seat Through my legs, in my cheeks I can feel this anger seep, I can feel this anger creep, I can feel this This is real sh*t. All I know is that they see first then ask questions Prejudging upon impressions, the best of them gotten? They let them. And ask you to forget. They tell you to wash your face. And beneath the weathered, tethered scroll Past the soul and through the deepening hole Around my whole every everything I know I can touch this madness, taste the sadness, and hear the glad-less This is real sh*t. I will never forget, so dont remind me. If you'll let go of the past, get it behind me Then the sad light of things lost will never blind me. I'll get lost in thought...dont think to find me. Or ask them to forget.

i like :grin: oh and your work is very good, u are talented