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Initial assault on NirvanaEnlightenment is explosion Its means your mind is virtually certain Either been butchered Or wobbling or wondering Like a curtain thrown from system strongholds Threat of retaliation, with its more we feel the beauty / Trash bins for leftover, Buddha said the same thing A Zen master would say sidewalks If you work too hard the latent anarchists or God will attain anything Not to make everyone the same prostitution Capital into an asphalt jungle, the proportions of our own body Ritual *** on the other hand it may be too idealistic / Blood **** ended no need to talk about Unorganized and we can see the beauty Her face covered with blood you try to do it all at once Since most of the victims realized that you are one One whole, many thousands of innocents Brainwashed whites with reality Anarchy and savagery grew emptiness Subsequently died in a wise and effective way
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Apr 28, 2011
life is in the emptyThe empty beer cans that you used to defy gravity / They empty shampoo canisters that washed away your wrath and loss / The empty notebooks not filled with the poetry you weren’t inspired enough to write
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Apr 27, 2011
A Sand Box of onepower lives in the sticks of the youthful retrogrades / peddling away at toy cars and glass bombs / So much potential weakened by the seduction of mediocrity
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Jan 6, 2011
Lurkers of the Appalachian trailPlastic liquidation / With god as my witness / The only cure with
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Nov 30, 2010
The tube to mediocrityMy absolute destiny is to skull **** the **** out of life / To blast open the empty cleavage / To shatter all the deceptive phonographs
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Nov 30, 2010
The Hurried mass of onePartied by a daylight not worth receiving / The lighted archways of judgment / Beam down on your skeletal appearance
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Nov 30, 2010
The bible of the seventh Jesuit nationBluffing as the Victim of the malicious hog / All the while Suppressing the innate Desire / to be taken
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Nov 30, 2010
Survivalists are LonersIsolationist theories / of my brutal development / A mask
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Nov 30, 2010
Seldom left to pasteurizeI have switched to mechanics / The pen and the paper are morning my bemuse / The organic matter is dying just
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Nov 30, 2010
Stoners of the Rain forestYour over sized eyes offer no kind of fear / Mostly just a jovial inquiry / Into the most trivial causes of our existence
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Nov 30, 2010
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