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Grading curves.... Wrongly ruptured neurological nerves. Condemned by societal hate, his fluctuating brain synapses tend to create vicious, malicious and practitious acts that gravitate to attack the faith in every church enlisted in every homestead household. Retaliation puts him in a chokehold. A headlock, a leglock, a deadlock of the mind consciousness revoked, the button is broke vain attempts to find rewind. Press Pause. Bask in his murderous glory, the bodies of the converted; epitome of gory. Bloodshed because god is dead claimed Nietzche He kills all his idols and struggles to think freely. You see the doctors had his mind locked in a cage, they built the bars since he was at an illiterate stage. They taught him how to act, then how to think, a mindless drone choked cause they revoked the power to speak- toungue in cheek, they'll chop off your arm just to make sure nothing's hiding up the sleeve and questioning authority's their biggest pet peeve. But enough is enough...I CHOOSE WHAT TO BELIEVE... Drop my textbook, throw my desk, and through those guidance doors I leave.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
The White Room with the White Walls (Spoken Word)
Grading curves.... Wrongly ruptured neurological nerves. Condemned by societal hate, his fluctuating brain synapses tend to create vicious, malicious and practitious acts that gravitate to attack the faith in every church enlisted in every homestead household. Retaliation puts him in a chokehold. A headlock, a leglock, a deadlock of the mind consciousness revoked, the button is broke vain attempts to find rewind. Press Pause. Bask in his murderous glory, the bodies of the converted; epitome of gory. Bloodshed because god is dead claimed Nietzche He kills all his idols and struggles to think freely. You see the doctors had his mind locked in a cage, they built the bars since he was at an illiterate stage. They taught him how to act, then how to think, a mindless drone choked cause they revoked the power to speak- toungue in cheek, they'll chop off your arm just to make sure nothing's hiding up the sleeve and questioning authority's their biggest pet peeve. But enough is enough...I CHOOSE WHAT TO BELIEVE... Drop my textbook, throw my desk, and through those guidance doors I leave.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
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