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There is no such thing as freedom because you can play God because he only pretends to sit in his sofa castle laughing at your foolishness eating your baby noodles Anyone can play this game but I won't stand for it because spilling their guts makes it criminal because it makes me liberal like it's all okay Their cynical smirks and superior rationale burn me alive into a ******* Charleston I curse them all and **** them all and I am ****** for it Words of evil percieved only as evil by the weak because killing and ****** is a neccessity a demand for destiny which the world stages it's freedom for all but the just I know I know nothing unlike all the other pigs they can cheer and chortle because they're boxed in their world epileptic to my hare-ful truth that means nothing because I am an ignoramus who is free To the glamour dressed diesel alcoholic to the giraffe-wearing radicalist to the artistocratic plum-picking *********** to the uneducated, cock-smoking secretary to the briefless, cold-handed ****** to the green-spiked punk with a polarized attitude to the one who sent nukes overseas to G**bless other countries I pity your concealment; your pathetic, two-dimensional box For I know nothing, so when you find me Sit me down, and shoot me in the ******* head Because you wish you had nothing like me So find me and burn me on the stake Huff the audacity my smoking flesh omits Breed your Reptilian filth over my dead body
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
Burn Me Alive For I Am Free
There is no such thing as freedom because you can play God because he only pretends to sit in his sofa castle laughing at your foolishness eating your baby noodles Anyone can play this game but I won't stand for it because spilling their guts makes it criminal because it makes me liberal like it's all okay Their cynical smirks and superior rationale burn me alive into a ******* Charleston I curse them all and **** them all and I am ****** for it Words of evil percieved only as evil by the weak because killing and ****** is a neccessity a demand for destiny which the world stages it's freedom for all but the just I know I know nothing unlike all the other pigs they can cheer and chortle because they're boxed in their world epileptic to my hare-ful truth that means nothing because I am an ignoramus who is free To the glamour dressed diesel alcoholic to the giraffe-wearing radicalist to the artistocratic plum-picking *********** to the uneducated, cock-smoking secretary to the briefless, cold-handed ****** to the green-spiked punk with a polarized attitude to the one who sent nukes overseas to G**bless other countries I pity your concealment; your pathetic, two-dimensional box For I know nothing, so when you find me Sit me down, and shoot me in the ******* head Because you wish you had nothing like me So find me and burn me on the stake Huff the audacity my smoking flesh omits Breed your Reptilian filth over my dead body
jp-mantler
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
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