You are a loathsome creature
In death, you elicit sympathy
Your mental illness is your scapegoat
How could you **** so many?
The rage you felt
Turned outward towards the innocent
So many awash with the blood
Adam, high priest of perdition
You are not alone in your complicity
Did the NRA whisper sweet nothings in your ear?
Your father wishes you were never born
You’re your father’s scapegoat
You have uncovered a putrefied wound
That we are unwilling to heal
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
You are a loathsome creature
In death, you elicit sympathy
Your mental illness is your scapegoat
How could you **** so many?
The rage you felt
Turned outward towards the innocent
So many awash with the blood
Adam, high priest of perdition
You are not alone in your complicity
Did the NRA whisper sweet nothings in your ear?
Your father wishes you were never born
You’re your father’s scapegoat
You have uncovered a putrefied wound
That we are unwilling to heal
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