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no fear, just hate.
take your time and try to intimidate. fuck your world and your false god. your judgement is weak, your logic flawed. |
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I am the arbiter of your guilt ridden souls.
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BURN. |
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I'm going for a walk
not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands and I'm gonna use my mind |
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and who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
you can't even tie your own haggard shoes your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down and I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around |
I'm gonna build a world
independant and exempt all alone I'll be an empire with no mortgage and no rent |
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and I don't need to live in your stinking zoo
you can't even feed the animals donated to you your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls and you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall? |
and I know you're watching! everything I do
call me threat to your children call me socially unglued call me master of insanity, unable to relate call me lazy, bane, and filthy call me monstrous reprobate |
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I'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do
'cuz I don't have to live like you so I'm going for a walk |
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despite that he saw blatant similarity
he struggled to find a distinctive moiety all he found was vulgar superficiality but he focused it to sharpness and shared it with the others it signified his anger and misery them and us lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers them and us dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence that there really is a difference between them and us |
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hate is a simple manifestation
of the deep-seated self-directed frustration all it does is promote fear and constrenation it's the inability to justify the enemy and it fills us all with trepidation them and us bending the significance to match a whimsied fable them and us tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence a confused loose alliance forming them and us |
tomorrow belongs to us
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I heard him say
we can take them all (but he didn't know who they were, and he didn't know who we were. and there wasn't any reason or motive, or value, to his story, just allegory, imitation glory, and a desperate feeble search for a friend) |
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FUELING THE FLAMES OF REVOLUTION
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remember that time you gave me shit
and I made lemonade out of it pass the sugar and everything will be fine |
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one more pill to kill the pain, of living through conformity.
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Damn you better pick up the pace then
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