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Hatred
- Eleven years,eleven years of this emotional pain has been getting me down
- I feel I have been left behind,been stabbed,left in the lake to drown
- I've been knockdown,shot down,given the runaround,leading to breakdowns
- leading me to be hurried to the ER and the Rogers Unit to be shutdown
- in a padded cell,no windows nor fresh air,about to have a meltdown
- because I'm on lockdown. As I try to comedown from my medications
- I'm waiting patiently for the finale of this showdown,the final countdown
- When I'm released,I take my time to sum this up in full rhyme
- Now I may look sweet,innocent,cute,friendly and absolute benign
- but mess and fuck with me too many times,I will cut off your bloodline
- I'll take out the garbage,all of the blood,guts,fluids,grime and slime
- Just call me the modern day Babs Johnson and Jean Genet's "Divine"
- I create art through beautiful insanity and sweet crime
- I make all of my hatred intertwine,as I put on my war paint,about to
- declare that this is "WARTIME"
- Torture of pouring the juices of lemons and limes into the eyes
- of the asinine,who continue to scream and whine (Shut the hell up)
- About the baste them in a nice salted brine
- Serve them up with potatoes on a skewer of spine and wine
- My hatred and spirit grows like the might Sequoia tree
- Nature might look beautiful and safe in imagery
- but invade my territory and it will turn very gory
- Basically,it is necessary,to rightfully,deny mercy
- to my enemies and foes,death will not come humane or quickly
- I'm essentially a visionary who is extremely angry
- Call me a loony,but where it is sunny,black clouds come visually
- to fully block idiots from entering the Pearl gate entry
- To all of the people who have hurt me in the past
- I'm about to put all of your cunts on full blast
- I'm about to make this broadcast,this flashing
- newscast that won't be dashed or be on recant
- From the bottom of my half stone and half dead heart
- I hope you all fail at life,and if you are truly smart
- clearly you all are not,stay in after it gets dark
- Shove your Mastercard up your cunts,as I leave you
- emotionally scarred and discard you all at the junkyard
- and I will disembark to the graveyard
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