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So It Seems As Though... It’s COOL Right Now To FILL Assholes... !!!?!!! But NOT In The Way That Things NOW GO... !!!!!
Got your hand stuck in the vending machine because you wont let go When I come at you with a hacksaw you say OH GOD NO It's for your own good Would you like to scream about your hand or the fire? I can clearly see your answer is no And I'm
ARROGANCE ... Or ... Self BELIEF ... ?????? Which of These Is Part of ME ... ? I Have An Idea But What Do You See ... ? Some Have Said They See ... VANITY ... !!!!! Well For Many Years I Saw ..... UGLY ......
Wounding are the words Malice their intent Damage lays strewn Glass shards, small and large Carve, Cut and Cauterize Blood dries and wounds are ignored
The Way Of The World
You held your head high and stomped through their alley, your heels dragged trash on their ground. As they reached for your neck and squeezed it just right, you still wouldn’t turn back around.
For centuries The world lived under the assumption that nobody was perfect. There were pretty people There were gorgeous people And even some beautifuls in there too
Blank pages, blank people I am a novel not yet written Blank beliefs, blank morals I am hiding out for now Corrupt faces, corrupt fiends I avoid them at all costs Corrupt bodies all around
What are the boundaries of your mind? Quite similarly of one’s own confine. But why would someone of such intelligence, Waste their brilliant thought with such arrogance?
The world does not revolve around you If so then the sun would shoot down like rain on a window pane Tap Tap Tapping on your skin until you blister and boil Oh such pain that i'll never know
You are but a babe, fresh and newly made. In life you think you wade. You curse and roll your eyes.
The sun has risenBeautiful clear blue skiesThe birds sing their songThe sleepy city comes to lifeThe daily warning soundsThen disappears foreverThe city can go on today
Boom, Boom, two were dropped. Lives of soldiers saved due to. A cold age after.
I don't think of myself as hard to please I only pick my clothes a week before I wear them I literally criticize my best friends about every pimple on their face Which is why I don't have any
In the heat of the day Toxic waste in the air No children out to play No civilization anywhere
Eyes like Storms, Secrets churning in their depths. Emotion; chained. Encased in glacial stone. Arrogance incarnate In his Golden Crown. Athena’s blessing Behind his brow.
To you having control is the most You own everything, from houses to cars You snap your fingers thinking everyone is your dog Get what you want and work for nothing at all Yeah, that the life of a spoil rot
(I can lead my people I can rule with an iron fist I can force the shells to sing I can love more than a mother can I can show you the world Like how my grandfathers’ son showed me I can find your desires
Violets are blue Roses are red He fled higher than me Then he's probably dead But then again He's in a better place So no worries I'll be the one To take your place So now you’re gone