I'm seriously considering blowing my brains out,
Gray matter that used to hold my consciousness
now plastering the walls behind my carcass.
Blood Art,
a new cultural norm for an over populated planet.
Euthanasia be dambed lets ****
the innocent,
the consumer,
the ******
I could cure this planet of all it's problems
if only I had more ink in my pen
and more shells in my Shotgun
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
I'm seriously considering blowing my brains out,
Gray matter that used to hold my consciousness
now plastering the walls behind my carcass.
Blood Art,
a new cultural norm for an over populated planet.
Euthanasia be dambed lets ****
the innocent,
the consumer,
the ******
I could cure this planet of all it's problems
if only I had more ink in my pen
and more shells in my Shotgun
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