I grew up in a place that is America in a shell:
We recognize them
We accept it
We evolve into beasts.

It's progress, it's experimenting, ya know?

There was, there is (she's employed still)
a ogre like creature
She worked in an office
She was responsible for guiding me and you to Zion
We entrusted her not with respect
Not with love
but with hugs and chit chats during lunch period.

They thought we were friends
and at some point along the way
We became friends.

There was a fellow that was kicked
and kicked
and kicked
again he was the pimple of Jackson's tableass.

Our fellow went onto to do like you
unknowingly, it was done knowing there was a time bomb
and school went right on.

We never found out who wrote that on the walls

the one that got away was already gone

He is almost done ticking.