Dylan-Da-villain

My name's Dylan Da-villian, I can't rap but my rhymes are killin', drillin' in your head turning your cheeks red, writing poetic riffs with my pen here in my den, best friends named Ben, he considers himself immortal. As if he came from the other side of the portal. A bit strange but is a beast at long range. I come from the slopes of Brooklyn, I go to Edward R Murrow, I am a very thorough with my work, my lines are always planned with a greater chance to be grand. I have my own style, I'd walk a mile to see Batman, I am a nerd who speaks his own words, a geek who seeks to be his own, bone for bone, it's my genetic tone, I'm not blood of the thrown but am more than happy with the way I've grown, I can't be cloned my soul's set in stone. Yes I've gotten bullied before back in the years and have shed quite a few tears, but it's over. Worse things have happened in October. Hurricane sandy swept us in a night, might we have been able to avoid it? So many lost their homes, let's have a moment to pray for those homeless who rome the streets cold in defeat. We're all lucky to have one another in times of utter tragedy, imagine we were all in refugee, that's the picture of a perfect world, but perfect is a definition no soul can fit. For now we all sit helping with whatever actions we can take to make this painting prettier for heaven's sake. My name's Dylan Da-villian, how ironic to say? I wish no malevolence, only a peaceful day.