I see allot of hollow desire, allot of lonely people taken advantage of by corporate parasites. Watt-Past has had its time, rise up alone within your mind. No one will discover your inner self... here there is nothing but stolen wealth.
As the trumpts sound and their walls fall down, you my friends will don the crown, of recognition you once desperately sought. I am not deceived by this Pad of Watt. Its unwritten intent, its direction hell bent to steal your shinning, highest bidder rent... realize my sweet plume bearing sages, these petty imps through all the ages have tried again, and again to steal your shine but this time dear ones we turn on a dime and stab the wretched theif in the face with his own sharpened blade of hardend disgrace.
Watt pad has no love for you, just like soldiers the proud, the very few... you only have each other here...forget their lies... and let them shed their tear... they have been undone by their insatiable greed. Expose their lies and see whom they need.
You my friends...they need you and not the reverse... do not listen to the greedy perverse.
