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This is a time of ______!  Our ______ has become a ______ ______ ______!  It is this my ______ that we must ______ for ______, ______, and ______!  What kind of ______ makes such false ______ of ______ and ______?  I'll tell you, a ______ ______ does! ______ has become the norm in our ______ of ______, in our ______ of ______, and our ______ of ______.  Don't you see my ______? This ______ is our ______! In ______ and ______ our lives have turned into ______ ______of ______ ______. Our ______ are now ______ ______, our ______ is a ______ ______!  The ______ will set us ______!  ______ our ______ back NOW! We can no longer ______ as a ______,

In-between, aesthetic, insincere creatures, thieving my soul Slithering behind the eyes that gaze at me Gliding in your unseen flesh   Godly flesh  It's just an adventure you say as you fade in the darkness Buckles and bracers biding for odium control How does it feel to want you breathe in my ear When the water drains down the tap The oceans fill with your crimson poison  It's dripping off your teeth    In the back room      In the black room Developing into one of the shadows you so beautifully create There are a million reasons to be without you     But one feeling of want presides over it all In relaxing scents of a

Sweet victory Bitter rhymes Broken mirror Harder times Voice in my head Unclear thoughts Blackness succumbs Though I fought Uncanny prospects Irrelevant screams Nowhere to hide He's here for me No more games No more joy Shivering, stuttering I'm his to deploy Like a puppet Without strings Lazily molding These tattered wings Never to fly Breakdown inside Like an infant Cry and cry Fighting the urge Living the past Instinctive anger Rising fist Beating the system Ruling out fate Fighting the soul Until it's to late How to kill Make it go Voice in my head Much to slow I'm seeing things Hallucinating fears I

'if you prick us do we not bleed?' this i say to you man is made of greed alas, he will bleed but blood will not be so it will be the color green the color of money and of mold 'if you tickle us do we not laugh?' indeed we shal but not with humor but with vengeance for we are the hateful scornful and bespeckeld we are but heathens for a comical cause 'if you poison us do we not die?' nay, few things in life are for certain one thing for sure however is that we will withstand not in body nor in mind but in soiled reputation

ive been having this dream for a month straight now and it seems like something important -- war has begun except this time its not fought with other countries or religions but ideals for freedom its fought on the streets yes civil war the people have taken arms and the military is retaliating the government uses brute strength and the people use cunning and its beautiful as thousands of civilians armed with pistols rifles and home-made bombs attack while the army uses tanks M-16s and air strikes soon the people realize terrorism isn't the enimy and through terror tactics and suicide attacks, they make the

im on a killin spree got a deal got er right here you get to die for free best deal around you see im on a killin spree got pissed one night got into a fight came out a victor a little bit of liquor and look where i am deranged lunatic with a weapon of choice remove your head shrink it for tha miss's skin ya fillet you alive turn you into dinner for two you see im on a killing spree the lady left me only hit her once its a mans right to protect whats mine now shes dead and her mother too and her dog and the next block hell im gonna purify this city of assholes repent, repent my gun is the only way smokin b