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Suicide Bomber |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Slowly from under rot I grew A boy then and innocent Life was awkward and difficult Shaky and I just wondered Watched bad things happen Those I love in turmoil I wanted to help, if only I would have known how Instead I rebelled I fought the system Going my own way They said "love" and I saw the violence Oppression... "Love you" and it hurt Pain, anger, fear Could it have been different? The flies and beasts I faced stung Open, I know the right My duty, honor Priviledged with respect Ties, love, knots, loops I go giving My kill and I'm dead Only to be replaced with more dead Change opinions with our deaths The opinions of our families So useless Taught what we were supposed to know Nothing more I was dead at birth All accomplished by us was futile We're dead, we know nothing And, oh the pain... To Hell and now I know Thr enemies name is Satan a.k.a. "The Stoopid Angel" |
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