Salvaging through all the minds of the forsaken,
The blunt-force-object I carry is shaking them up again.
If this is the end,
I'm going to break,
Not bend.
The decent ones all think I have wasted,
To trash in their little laced-up lives.
They're giving me hives,
And it makes me want to die!
If you speak one more time,
And tell me to get it right,
You'll be left out for the flies!
You're cutting all your corners,
And you'll feel the weight of the world,
I eat the curses that you hurl,
Like a bleach and razor meal.
At least the ******* rats on my floor,
Know when they are done for.
You're not even a rat!
You are your own designed filth.
How about you use your whining mouth to *******,
I won't rest until you are killed.
Maybe you won't be complaining if you're buried alive in cement.
But this wall keeps me out of Heaven,
Maybe the wall is heaven-sent.
It's not good versus evil,
More like hemophilia and war!
I'll laugh when you're jokes aren't true.
Otherwise be silent too.