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Judith’s Guy

The gun at my hip is ready to make you disappear, The club your ancestor loved is no match for mind I run, Think you’ve got the better of me, Let’s wait and see who welcomes another day of agony, Life is rough and resembles damnation, From conception, Making it to your twenty’s, fucking impressive, I would have aborted your ass, Just a dramatic demon, Despite the deaths of other humans, Across the ocean, Far from where I hide, Far from where I can see, Where I would mind, Out of sight, A place where the bodies lay, Where militaries fill graves, Land of the free, land of the incubated, Indoctrinated, Intoxicated, Belated by your brutality, Why do you think I reach for my 9 milly’ Betrayed by your humanity, Why do you think my trust in you diminished? Because you are fucking human, And Darwin wasn’t dimwitted, Ignorance graced by intellectually \ lives, Sprinkled amongst the ash, However I feel like I should last, What was I talking about? That’s right your demise, At the hands of you despise, But this shouldn’t be a surprise, Since you spawned this stupid stride, I feel like picking on those who can’t find their way out of a compromise, I don’t mean to pry, But your confessional is so humanly inviting, I’ve gotta criticize your justifications for the way you live a life, The fact you can’t forget the dollar, The fact you still pop a collar, Who the fuck do you think you are, You are just a bump in the modern mold, What am I saying? Oh yea you’re the prey and I seek relief, I believe in the possibilities of this species, But evolution out grew a generation of intellectuals, So who is going to take the helm? And make sure we don’t end without spewing a few words, A generation enslaved by self-entitlement, Nothing is given to you my son, You’ve gotta reach for you guns, And earn your stripes,
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Jan 12, 2013
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