WE SHOULD BE PRAISED.
WORSHIPPED.
******* HONOURED!

And all you do on this wonderous day is fill it with the smoke of ****
Instead of shotgun shells and carbine bullets.

This is the revolution made of our blood
All yall ******* rolling in mud.
Lighting up instead of sparking up.
Maybe instead we can mark it up.
Start running cause we started spraying
Are you still praying?
Young Eric Harris
And the God of Sadness
Coming back to finish what we started.

Thinking.
Driving.
Arriving.
Starting.
Shooting.
Welcome to our little judgement day.

Tonight i will look at the stars,
I will dream of you and I
Now, tell me, Is there life on mars?
Or just stardust in the sky?