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Nov 2011
Like a fawn looking into the barrel of a shotgun
Your naivety is what got you here; pending
Just a few bad decisions away from letting the bullet tear apart your head
And feed the forest the uncountable remains of your brain
It’ll be your worst nightmare
Something you were incapable of foreseeing
Your eyes painted with a sedated glaze
Drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth
Unable to see the harm in anything

So pretty
So pretty
So pretty

Everything is just a landscape for me to paint my happiness on
The sun greets me with a warm embrace
And the birds make the gift of hearing that much better
Get ready for me world, I am the magical spark who was born
To break up your system
To show you what a real human being was meant to accomplish
I’ll emanate courage that would make Jesus weep
I don’t care what history has to say

Holocausts, crusades, war

All of it means nothing because I am here

Wall street, poverty, oil spills

All of it because there were a few bad eggs
But people
People are all right
Most of them don’t mean it
What do you mean how?
They just don’t

Please don’t **** your gun

I wanted to be a lawyer and help the people who cant help themselves
But I’m just a person that no one will help either
But they don’t mean it
They would help me if they could
They just need my spark
My love
My courage
And they’ll see what they can be

Please, get that away from my temple

I wanted to show them all,
I wanted to uphold my values
And show them the benefits of having morals

Please, I can forgive you if you just let me go

I see your soul and it’s just been a little damaged
Nothing positivity can’t fix
I believe in people
They aren’t the way they are on purpose….


Boom



You left your mark on this landscape and it’s bright red

Are you peering down? Saying it’s your love instead of your blood

Are you looking at your killer? Saying it was a misunderstanding instead of hatred

Are you looking at Positivity?
Picking its teeth with a toothpick,
Full of the bulshit you’ve been feeding it
Until it’s never-ending stomach gave into its gluttony
And gobbled you whole

Left you a carcass

Buried you

So you could be another part of the ground

Where Coke cans and McDonalds bags provide you with a permanent quilt

The sun shining on you nevermore
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