Friday, July 9, 2010

Creativity with a bunch of Firearms

Creativity with a bunch of Firearms

Wait and watch, you miserable thing,
Your world goes down, you’d dare to blink?
Scared and crying, you pray to him,
He won’t listen, he’s dead within,
To whom do you turn, in this hornet’s nest?
A voice in your head, “ Just stab your chest”.

Light your torches, burn your house
Shoot your mother, kill your spouse
Abandon hope, show some violence
Throw a molotov, and bring some silence
Undo all, you’ve done your best
Then slit your throat, and take some rest.

You’re of no use, on this Earth
Ran in circles, a meaningless birth
Meaningless verse, obvious rhymes
Die in your filth, and live in your crimes
A bullet to Adam and Eve, you mind?
I’m just Satan, no axe to grind.

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