Worlds Sin

There is no equal for equal is decietfull , i feel like the kid looking out the worlds peep hole, sayin what if, i wasnt trapped behind this door , a phien for this shit ill keep coming back for more , and ill explore, till im filled with it galore, looking at the whore with the sores around her pores, filled with sin, and hate of a million men, till the end and time rewinds its self back again, gazillion thouts in my mind as i plott , off nothing i was tought in my brain as it rotts