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 lifes breath
till theyre dead
Awaiting reprisal
Trapped in this state
Death from which theres no escape
Death
Destruction
Anarchy Divine
Theres 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
Id 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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