I can't help but think of the scores of demons dying halfway across the planet
in my backyard
In my house
People filling their bellies with opinions on things they know nothing of
But this doesn't do as much damage as the real work
there are those killing taking action taking lives
in real time
trying their hardest to beat the tally
to beat the board
in this bored *** life
I almost respect them for wanting to make a dent of their own
Cataclysmic,
wiping dinosaurs clean
whipping amoebas and monkeys into shape
Doing something is better than drowning in möbius waves of linens and comforters
My rabbit hole hand looking dried and thirsty while cupping the brook side run off
Tongue lapping ****** sores on the outskirts of my only remaining power source
I stay silent and let loose control of the scores
Like justice, unbiased
And of course I am still looking forward to a slick hair back And focus time.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
I can't help but think of the scores of demons dying halfway across the planet
in my backyard
In my house
People filling their bellies with opinions on things they know nothing of
But this doesn't do as much damage as the real work
there are those killing taking action taking lives
in real time
trying their hardest to beat the tally
to beat the board
in this bored *** life
I almost respect them for wanting to make a dent of their own
Cataclysmic,
wiping dinosaurs clean
whipping amoebas and monkeys into shape
Doing something is better than drowning in möbius waves of linens and comforters
My rabbit hole hand looking dried and thirsty while cupping the brook side run off
Tongue lapping ****** sores on the outskirts of my only remaining power source
I stay silent and let loose control of the scores
Like justice, unbiased
And of course I am still looking forward to a slick hair back And focus time.
This is for those who get their hands *****
Crawling thru the abyss
Of their own ****
Submitted to the cat pose
Then try to track it all up in your house
And then those who get their hands ***** trying to pick them up off the ground.
This is for those disgusting people,
Not those that disgust
But are disgusting.
Stained by physical handicap, relationship hiccups, family troubles
Or whatever demons.
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