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Jul 2016
Androgynous souls stiffen in their stews
With ambiguous thoughts they claim is news
They clash their opinions until the last breath
But all in all, they're destined for the same death

Let's see how many of them will bite
Let's see them fight!
They're scrounging for that last word to have
Dividing themselves from the true issues
A million bodies are starving to death
Spreading cancer plagues their friends
One by one, they will die
But they just want to be right
Every night
Until they're evaporated into a morsel
Of their own self-esteem
Turning into victims from their own throats
As long as they get to ****
The Turncoat

A massacre behind the sheet
Will bring defeat
To the service of a crime
When it's time to die
From accolades bought by them
A wealthy force
Against the source of progress
Tesla's tomb screams out
What a waste, it is a disgrace
Humankind throwing away
As the time draws near
Their fleeting final chance
To relinquish to their world
Entitlement is becoming
Humanity's turncoat

Race relations have gone back in time
Teaching to always expect the worst
The skeletons find their way out
From the past's catacombs
A national war is now imminent
Your youthful seed shall be armed
And you'll find there is no way out

Another kid is shot in the streets
"A gentle breeze"
It brushes onto the bodybag
Of which was once your son
Devastation ideation
Permeation into the kindred psyche
A massive turn to the fourth *****
As buildings crumble under morale
But hey, it was a good run
Until they worshipped decapitation
Becoming a worldwide *******
Another soul is blind in the streets
An eye for an eye
A shot for a shot
Now we all must die
Written by
Dustin Dean  32/M/Winston-Salem, NC
(32/M/Winston-Salem, NC)   
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