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It's the optimists that I can't bear Chinese skin farms torture for a Collection of innocent flesh and hair Look on the brighter side of it, bud! As your lie writhing in a stinking pile Of naked muscle and pooling blood The little girl whose teeth are smashed Whose daddy has relapsed And sold her as a piece of *** To be ****** over and over for some cash So that he can buy his ****** crack And bleed his veins for a dwindled stash The starving owl-eyed boy who Believes himself evil for the thought of Turning his little brother into his next meal And not even a little left to steal As ribcages tell a thousand tales Along lines of skin and bone so frail So **** your rhyme schemes And your bleeding heart activists Who scream in college courts And completely lack the knack of it Skin them alive and burn them as well And maybe they'd have given their Very souls to the fires of hell
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Optimists and Delusion
It's the optimists that I can't bear Chinese skin farms torture for a Collection of innocent flesh and hair Look on the brighter side of it, bud! As your lie writhing in a stinking pile Of naked muscle and pooling blood The little girl whose teeth are smashed Whose daddy has relapsed And sold her as a piece of *** To be ****** over and over for some cash So that he can buy his ****** crack And bleed his veins for a dwindled stash The starving owl-eyed boy who Believes himself evil for the thought of Turning his little brother into his next meal And not even a little left to steal As ribcages tell a thousand tales Along lines of skin and bone so frail So **** your rhyme schemes And your bleeding heart activists Who scream in college courts And completely lack the knack of it Skin them alive and burn them as well And maybe they'd have given their Very souls to the fires of hell
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
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