Open Mic: Brood of resentment

This domain seems harmless like a wine chalice in eden,
but packed with malice all seasons, it's a palace of demons,
firmly stablised by a ballast, no reason for change,
tradition bandits, skulls slit, completely potrayed,
i perceive these open skulls, their brains still chained,
and every thought outta the box, be enslaved in vain,
every taste of pleasure in deceit enhances the hate,
greats fade while tempting to embrace the pain,
i'm a sweating journalist, taking a hot clip with shaking hands,
cause hell is setting trends, swiftly prompting the fading land,
you should as well be renting friends to survive the hating clans,
or else face the handicap fast, from a pack of aging stans,
i'm talking of a brood of vipers hissing a poisonous story,
loyal sons of resentment who can hold a grudge like some trophy,
a school of fighters for shame, blind and led by darkness,
who can dig an 1885 grave just to press debt charges,
i've captured enough gossip, i've paid my dues,
i've paid my tithes, i've kept and obeyed the rules,
but the news remains the same, lame and hopeless,
the sight never changes, it's always another day,
another camera, another play with another cam roll in progress.

Sup Ende, I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for showin me my mistakes cause next time i'l make sure not to repeat em.

Lol i just saw why you said my 2nd part of the verse was too sudden, indeed it feels just like that when i read it, that's some poor progression i made right there.

#Thumbs up

Thanks bro