special deliverySomeone asked me to deliver a message Of utmost importance, is what they said Deliver it unto the world I was told But… Do not look inside, the man said This is too great for one too behold All must receive it at oncespecial delivery
Upon arriving at my designated point of delivery I cut the strings, and unlocked the locks Holding closed this magnificent parcel Containing such a wonderful thing
When I finally pried back the lid And looked inside to find,,,,
The message is you
The message is you
my timeI despise my entire existence My night shift work-a-day job The pitiful excuse I call a home life Scratching out an income around complete idiocy While trying to fill my daylight hours with sleep or people and things to complete me All the while minutes, hours, days, years trudge by Only to see me in the grave, Rotting The earth waiting to reclaim the elements, which make up this bodymy time
Well
Sorry to tell you this world, But
I’m not one of the sheep being led to slaughter Or one of your psychos who’ll use violence to try and mold the world I’m not polit
hateYour will shall compromise I listened to all your bullshit and lieshate
I will enforce my command You will be forced to understand
Control is what I’ll take Your hopes and dreams I shall decimate
All these years I have tried to just get along With your ideas which were all wrong
Hurtful shit that you have said I’ll be happiest when you’re dead
Some times I lie awake at night And ponder on how hard you will fight
The icy hands of death so near I can see oh so clear
I would enjoy it till the very end We where ne
skylineStanding high on a hilltop Long scarred by war and fireskyline
Looking out at the skyline The realm of man’s desire
The battle here was hard fought And long it waged on
Each side swearing Their enemy would soon be gone
Man finally did prevail Beaten and battered front to back
Killing all they encountered On their largest and final attack
If you look out and only imagine You can still see in your mind’s eye
From this very hilltop
Dragons once ruled the sky
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Disgust
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"You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is." Anne to Marilla in Anne of Green Gables
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Göttin, ich will nicht ein Engel sein, wenn ich sterbe.
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Göttin, ich will nicht ein Engel sein, wenn ich sterbe.
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