Mr. President
Dying now, slowly fading away, bleeding out, not seeing the light of day. Suffering, screaming shadows of pain, missunderstood life and things that would drive anyone insaine, sanity is but an illusion that one trys to creat, when man is just a decoil, a machanical descendent designed strictly to hate. Man is an allusion, disigned purely for the government to bring war and death, designated driving desire, following hate, burning the boddies, and to inprissonate, they all want to see one suffer and hurt inside, makes them feel wonderful knowing that they succeeded in what they have tried.
Snap shots, cammera's and blood, murder, and crime hidden by mudd. The filth of todays "sociaty" or whatever you wish to call it, has been on a steady downfall quickly to hell, we burn always and forever...without a single soul to sell. No place to hide no place to run, the world is suffering a slow decay under a smoking gun.
Left alone standing in the dark, what you hear is not nessasaraly true, a dogs bite is alot worse then it's bark..We have been bitten, ripped from lim to lim, we will suffer to our verry las breath, but this world is being slowly brought to it's misserable death, life to an end..tip of the knife...smoking gun.
Chains and shackles, fire and smoke, burning boddies, and sights that make you choke, nothing much matters....earth is all ready lying in its death bead ready to croke.
You bring us to war, and herd us in to submission, but you call us free, how can you come to belief that we are actualy in this possition? You put us in our death bed and lay us to rest, soldiers 6 feet under and you still say you do your best? You think you know it all, you realy think you do, well mr President, I say f*ck you! You can blow me and lick your dripping cock, you've all ready been blown, your all ready full of hot air, shut your mouth pig, there aiint no one that cares! Your just a dumbass Texan, a hillbilly hick, a lazzy as biatch boy raised in the stick! Well let me tell you a lil somethin to bring you to life, we don't care....it's over fag, your at the tip of the knife...it's your blood not ours, give it up whore...your a dud...is over, get out..faggoty pig, don't know what your talkin about it's all your dad, leave America...goodbye. Too sad.
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