Fragments
(of ideas that have never borne out)


Bob
Frank
Bill
Three guys I want to kill

Rope
Gun
Knife
Three ways to take their life


Your heart it pumps with fear
Emotion dark and clear


Kill the preps
Hang the fuckers by the neck
Choke off life’s breath
‘till they’re dead


Awaiting reprisal
Trapped in this state
Death from which there’s no escape


Death
Destruction
Anarchy Divine
There’s evil people trying to control our brains


Killing babies
Freeing crooks
The systems great
But does it work?


Death
The Ultimate High
Nothing quite like
Watching you Die

Pain
It makes me sweat
You think I like it?
You bet

The pleasure I feel
The sensation I get
If I were a girl
I’d be dripping wet


3,000 People
Marching in Line
Walking for Days
Not one falls behind


Sitting on my ass
Writing here in class
Trying to sort through my thoughts

I really hate to write
My mind puts up a fight
When I force it to work against its will

Forward now I ?????

 

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