Let the rain fall black
on top your white cadillac
and let ninjas jump from trees & slice your nut sac
you're so stale you make me vomit
your repetitious sonnet
gets me so angry that I'm about to bomb it
like a kamakazi I don't care about self
I'm not afraid to die, and not afraid to lose my wealth
am I clear?
there's only one life to live here
then you become forgotten when you disappear
but it's okay, a real Saint never dies anyway
we're part of the immortal and don't care what people say
others who're like you are just a stain
abroad you're all plain
keeping styles with others just to maintain
a simple fact of life that's called fitting in
sheep being hurded while the industries win
I told you all before, I'm looking out for you
but I guess you won't listen, now go on living like clones do.......... |
Submission Name: BL4<|{ R41N
