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******* hate It's ******* fate ********** To scenes of **** To this date I can't relate To growing rates Of things of late. I want to strangle Every angel Who sings to me And says I'm able To change my mind And live in peace, **** my **** For my "relieve". Their tempting song Is flat out wrong It needs more gong And further on I move for it To be removed, For peace and love Are absurdly shrewd. We are born with hands Yet may not steal, We are born with hate We may not feel, We're born of **** And *** appeal And yet it's wrong To cope a feel. An able body And sound mind Are all you need To have a time The weak are here To make up rhymes And serve the strong For the rest of time. Are you confused? So you choose, You stare at words And see no truth. You hide with morals Beliefs and quarrels Instead of realizing You are mortal. Slit my throat It's worth a joke, A little laugh Is all I had To give away Or ask to take, I made too many Dumb mistakes. A raspy cackle Unlocks my shackle And sends me on Into his arms, The sun rolls up And tilts a cup And spills the King's cheap wine.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Handcuffed Fetus.
******* hate It's ******* fate ********** To scenes of **** To this date I can't relate To growing rates Of things of late. I want to strangle Every angel Who sings to me And says I'm able To change my mind And live in peace, **** my **** For my "relieve". Their tempting song Is flat out wrong It needs more gong And further on I move for it To be removed, For peace and love Are absurdly shrewd. We are born with hands Yet may not steal, We are born with hate We may not feel, We're born of **** And *** appeal And yet it's wrong To cope a feel. An able body And sound mind Are all you need To have a time The weak are here To make up rhymes And serve the strong For the rest of time. Are you confused? So you choose, You stare at words And see no truth. You hide with morals Beliefs and quarrels Instead of realizing You are mortal. Slit my throat It's worth a joke, A little laugh Is all I had To give away Or ask to take, I made too many Dumb mistakes. A raspy cackle Unlocks my shackle And sends me on Into his arms, The sun rolls up And tilts a cup And spills the King's cheap wine.
There's no point to note, when all that I've noted goes unnoted. No one notes any notes belonging to unnoted notes! EDIT: in the 4th stanaza I changed "yet may not feel" to "may not steal". I didn't mean to type "feel" the first time. My bad!
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
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