Friday, August 26, 2011

Frequent Happenings

Some day I'll set things straight

I'll burn you to the ground

Meant in the most literal way

I think you should probably run

What the world does, it's disorienting

What the people do, the do it viciously

They don't care who I was

Or what I've come to be

But I know they're end is coming fast

And there is nowhere to flee

I'll laugh, as I bring judgement

I'll smile, knowing the truth

You'll die, slowly with hatred

Fierce pain, all the way through

You've brought this on yourself

This bitter man

You've created this monster

Broken like sand

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