Slow sips of cyanide, to complete my sweet suicide. Adamant about absolution, My mind has masterminded a revolution. Addicted to anarchy and aggression, Nobodies kept voted for nomination. Tasty tar-treats, flavored of TNT, Humor my hallucinations of this God-forsaken nation. Abandoned, alone and arrested, I* give up on this Vindication
Wrote this during one of my 2011 lows... (c) Samantha Vaughn