I am nothing but a simple fool,
from under the stairs you walk down,
forgive my puritanical perceptions,
but my banality proceeds my sins.
May I be set upon by savage dogs,
that tear me limb from limb,
For am I a wretched creature,
with purpose of a simpleton?
Let me rest my head on this block,
lob it off without a second look,
yes I'm a failure and a low life ****
come on! call your insults it's just began.
Why not burn my body on a cross,
so deviant I deserve the humiliation,
for what is one man's opinion,
to the voice of a nation.
By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
I am nothing but a simple fool,
from under the stairs you walk down,
forgive my puritanical perceptions,
but my banality proceeds my sins.
May I be set upon by savage dogs,
that tear me limb from limb,
For am I a wretched creature,
with purpose of a simpleton?
Let me rest my head on this block,
lob it off without a second look,
yes I'm a failure and a low life ****
come on! call your insults it's just began.
Why not burn my body on a cross,
so deviant I deserve the humiliation,
for what is one man's opinion,
to the voice of a nation.
By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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