| Green money, rotten honey. Gold, greed, expectations, over looking situations, complete and utter shutdown of the Will locked inside, The wimbs of the tree limbs are calling the wind, leaves russle, nature howling.. Constant pushing me.. Prying into my eyes, wishing you knew what I saw, wishing you could be this.. This is.. More than a mortal can bare, this is something I shouldn't share.. I see more when I look inside then you will your entire life. The other side, a rippleing tide of blood, a crippleing hand of Fate. Agree to retaliate. It was your soul I ate. Confuse the Mass, trap the cast, it was all easily a pass. Right by the Statue of Hurt. For your shallow, punctured heart.. Worry for your House, and worry for your Car, and worry about the Plastic objects you buy in the store, buy new shoes, by the name brand, look around without no shame, as you call it wanting, I call it flaunting. All of your High price shit, all of your neat little Kits.. I hope a Fire ball falls to the earth and burns you alive. Preacher says the Whole world will Burn..I can't wait.. I see a billion idiotic buyers lined up outside the mall wanting more.. Stupid Shit.. One Great mass of Money and Greed.. I have an Idea.. Start to kill. Begin to Sin..Cause My God's gonna wash it all away..Innocent amusment, your money, filthly Drugs. Condemed Souls. Pass the test, but fail the Math.. Learn to shoot..Fuck all these drugies, and fuck all these Religious Freaks, fuck all these Dealers, and fuck all their pathetic feinding buyers. Fuck the whole Scene of Hollywood with their Touching bullshit that makes no sense, fuck all these Homosexual peices of art, fuck michalangelo, fuck France, fuck all the new politics that can't agree to disagree.. fuck all the people who stand against Free thought. Fuck all those who Oppose Freedom, fuck your Order, fuck your Needed energy drinks. Fuck your Fashion, fuck your style.. because Anarchist are gonna fix it all soon. With a Bomb in the School.. Fuck all these sociopathic Preps, and their Butt loving Football boyfriends, and fuck those Drama queen cheerleaders that couldn't count over a three liter of Vodka. Fuck your saviors Revelation, fuck your bullshit contemplation of who you think I am. Fuck your Money, Fuck your Putrid rotting honey. Fuck everything Hip-Hop brought to the table after Dre and Snoop did it all. Fuck all the Pop that turned Children into Mindless Drones, Fuck all the Industries that Pressed to make them do it again so they could Clone. |
