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Jul 2013
Anger at the world
For nothing but the people
With my lip curled
As they **** upon their steeple

I watch mildly amused
As you **** and lie and hurt
******* everything you've abused

If I would die
I would watch my friends lie

About the amazing intelligence
and beautiful voice.

"Oh, he was a good man, I'm gonna miss him."

Good man?
Sick man more like it.
Sick of the ******* masses and their ejaculatory comments.

Watch it blow.
I am I am I am
What the hell have I?
Here I come.
Written by
David Walker  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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