Clique-ish split ends
frayed friends
spend countless hours
in cyber theropy
crying about
cheating
cutting
suicide
and
genocide
self appointed
superstars
pose like overwieght models
unable to hear the laughing
through the static of there idealistic cantor
Hear one, hear all
why should I listen to the unripe fruit
of a child fed by frustration not occurrence
Life lessons from the tender feet of who..you,
I think not
My feet are worn from lifes scorn
vengence and penance
vengence and penance
vengence and penance
that's the circle of life
I pledge allegiance to life, love and belly buttons the rest of you can piss off
and creep back into your
crawl space of an existence
the closed walls of your life
are the coffins of your empty tomorrows
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