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Shun thyself Taketh the needle out Stick thyself Politicians of doubt Lay down thy stone Bury thine head Let the bird flyeth free And remember thine dead!!!! Crying shame of pain and doom Walk the line, Play thy tunes!!!! Heavy hearted Soul of man Tidy up thy mansion Do the best thou can Pull the trigger Drop thy bombs Smoke out the ashes The clay turned dung Tiger eyes Diamond blood Tombstones to plant Names to shrug Grow thy beards Where thy plad Wear glasses of fashion And clothes of drag Maketh thy pupils Large and small Taketh thine pills Behind the wall Tip thy bottles Back to false success Go to school No rules to thine own stress Get to work Five minutes til Wear thy mask a while Don't  pay thy bills!!! Smile as thou runneth And runneth as thou kills Take the stab from thy own knife At thine own will Mask thyself In blackened grey Gravedigger Bury mine grave Help thyself Help noone else Crawling out a hole That thy parent's hast built Mommy and daddy Don't poison me This stomach's full Of sinful seed Hypocrite's judge Critics ashamed Bring me sunlight Of ****** rain Teareth me down Build the wall Case me like benches In trenched bathroom stalls Proud and dumb Dumb and proud Thy heart still aches To the fate of the crowd Innocent murmers Poems a must Cops still raging To a hippy bus Prosecutors take thy stance Shackle me Taketh mine romance Waketh me at 9:23 It's time Maby its thou I shalt see
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
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Shun thyself Taketh the needle out Stick thyself Politicians of doubt Lay down thy stone Bury thine head Let the bird flyeth free And remember thine dead!!!! Crying shame of pain and doom Walk the line, Play thy tunes!!!! Heavy hearted Soul of man Tidy up thy mansion Do the best thou can Pull the trigger Drop thy bombs Smoke out the ashes The clay turned dung Tiger eyes Diamond blood Tombstones to plant Names to shrug Grow thy beards Where thy plad Wear glasses of fashion And clothes of drag Maketh thy pupils Large and small Taketh thine pills Behind the wall Tip thy bottles Back to false success Go to school No rules to thine own stress Get to work Five minutes til Wear thy mask a while Don't  pay thy bills!!! Smile as thou runneth And runneth as thou kills Take the stab from thy own knife At thine own will Mask thyself In blackened grey Gravedigger Bury mine grave Help thyself Help noone else Crawling out a hole That thy parent's hast built Mommy and daddy Don't poison me This stomach's full Of sinful seed Hypocrite's judge Critics ashamed Bring me sunlight Of ****** rain Teareth me down Build the wall Case me like benches In trenched bathroom stalls Proud and dumb Dumb and proud Thy heart still aches To the fate of the crowd Innocent murmers Poems a must Cops still raging To a hippy bus Prosecutors take thy stance Shackle me Taketh mine romance Waketh me at 9:23 It's time Maby its thou I shalt see
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
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