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They call it evil when i speak of morbid things when i think sinister thoughts when i feel lower than dirt They call it evil when i write my poems when i become inraged when i feel death lurking I call it being myself I dont care if you hate me you can die choking on your blood get hit by a bus they call it evil when i speak of demons when i draw dark things when i let my emotions be known they call it evil when the sun dont rise when the moon is dark when the world falls into peril i call it being ******* you turn your backs on me i dont care for humanity they can die burning to ash they call it evil when i speak the truth when thier lies are known when i do something right they call it evil when i dont care when i feel like my life is over when i release my rage you know what you all can go get bent i control my destiney my life is my own no leash or collar no chains or cages im free like the eastern winds so good bye and farwell they call it evil when i tell you forget me if you doubt me someday i can say i told you
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Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
They Call It Evil
They call it evil when i speak of morbid things when i think sinister thoughts when i feel lower than dirt They call it evil when i write my poems when i become inraged when i feel death lurking I call it being myself I dont care if you hate me you can die choking on your blood get hit by a bus they call it evil when i speak of demons when i draw dark things when i let my emotions be known they call it evil when the sun dont rise when the moon is dark when the world falls into peril i call it being ******* you turn your backs on me i dont care for humanity they can die burning to ash they call it evil when i speak the truth when thier lies are known when i do something right they call it evil when i dont care when i feel like my life is over when i release my rage you know what you all can go get bent i control my destiney my life is my own no leash or collar no chains or cages im free like the eastern winds so good bye and farwell they call it evil when i tell you forget me if you doubt me someday i can say i told you
robert-guerrero
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Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
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