You're not alone!

 The grades you ate, there degraded and on Rate; reeking of havoc, I couldn't quite rape -- my mind and keep the faith as dark fates, there belating my spaces for more Hate. Sheating the cheetahs and cheatings of codes and conducts, to combust the lust of Shadenfreude for oy friendzoned comprende and unknown shades of Grayscale, what couldn't quite put his thinger between Graymatter and Brainstorm. 

Who knows, cudows, thor snows, cowtow dads no-shows that blows -- Same old stories in new shoes! You're not alone, then the shadow of death cryptonites you guts and marrow glows -- still there is Hope for the Wicked and downtrodden Gloryholethotters; don't stutter on the shotgun as you call Heavens Blues. Take up your shirt and make it a suit of armor for the streets and shut the Hell out for the gutters Bruhther.

Lift yourself up, even then you cant no more, your throat sore; no gore to guts it and spine goes yonder like a whore. I implore, on this day and shadowy shore, that even death dost apart for the Faith and Redeemed will Restart and reload the barrels of God; the sheep shall storm the wolven havens and goal!  Take much booty of your fears respite thy relentless knight, exalt counter strife and sunder the kite knifed!