Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past.
Down south soldier
Third world soldier
My vengeance will be swift and
store-bought additude and spit
a sugar-coated piece of shit
an instant rebel,
At a loss for something different to say,
I've said everything,
We killed a lot of innocent civilians.
To us every civilian
The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made
A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a
Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass
Endless mornings cut by the dawn razor
Whipping the nightmares to
Sermon sung me slow to sleep
Faster if I had
Intrinsic rot. Traces of future. Your past will rise haunting
You may tremble before Hell's gates,
you may watch as the
With just a flick of the opal banded finger
I will
Everything you've ever begged me to be,
could never have meant
Welcome home to my reality.
So you taste yourself every time?
bitter
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