Wednesday, January 8, 2014

At your casket

Right in your face
Right in your sons face
Right dead on to your mom
They have no sense of disgrace

They are outright murderers
They are a sickening disease
The rules are for everybody else
They just do as they please

They spit on the brave
The wounded and the dead
They could give a damn less
You just go where you're led

They laugh mock and ridicule
They rob steal and plunder
They think there is no lightning
Going to strike amidst deadly thunder

12:25 pm
transcribed this time
5:32 pm


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