He cannot display unto you.

He came through like a storm lighting up the whole sky.
But don't forget the rain are the very tears from his eyes.

And the aftermath is his belly in disguise.
Ravaging ingesting that which he doesn't despise.

For despot is King in his well.
From which the emptiness doth swell.

Girls, Don't let the rhythm fool you,
the earth shaking disown you,
for he doesn't even know you,
no he doesn't even owe you.

Your momentary lapse of cognizance won't save you.
Know that it will only slave you.
Know it will deeply enslave you.
His ratchet and racket is meant to disarm you.
His rickety rocket is meant to maim you
His antithesis army will engage and claim you.
But he cannot love you.
He has his ways but he cannot display unto you.
He cannot give in, he cannot give in
And his love is designed to despair you from within.
Designed to desiccate you within.

His anger will always get the best of him
and he may think it, act it, live it
but in reality he'll never win.