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Edited by
Gaia_Moonchilde
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Mon 05/26/08 09:59 PM
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Twitching, alternating between calm and spastic
Frantic and manic, violent and peaceful Madness erupts, catastrophic annihilations Shallow inhalations,let me fly free Keeping me in jar, I am the fairy with broken wings Government keeping us down, when my smile is nothing more than a frown Beating my wings against the wall of the jar frantically, snapping them Set me free I scream repeatedly over and over until I am hoarse And yet no one hears a single word of my plea Ohhhh set me free from these chains of self imposed slavery You know not what is in my mind Just simple reasons you seem to find When it comes down to the wire I am far more complex than you could deduce And now you beg for a truce I am not in a war with your mind I cannot fight that which is unarmed Twitching, alternating between calm and spastic Frantic and manic, violent and peaceful Madness erupts, power corrupts Mind no longer mended, seemingly its bent and twisted Shattered remains of humanity scattered across the screen As my ears bleed I make no sense and yet I make perfect sense Nonsensical twisted now it becomes sensible Open your mind, open your fukcing mind she silently screams No pays her any attention , just another face in the crowd Trapped in a jar, fairy with broken wings Just put the crack pipe down, change your plastic smile Its time for your self imposed frown, you know nothing of life Just what you see on your sh*itty tee vee, click click bang bang boom Informant to the man, paid for your mindless crack laced mutterings Spiting out a rhyme as if its truth , when in fact you wouldn't know truth If it bit you on the ass, cut of your nose to spite your face Hollywood has become your saving grace, flashy preachers full of venomous hate Fill your mind with proclamations of a shattered nation, while they pay for sex from a crack addicted whore Twitching , alternating between calm and spastic, her tits made of plastic And yet you pray to her as if she was a god, spastic , frantic, manic inhalations of the poisoned air, filling your dreams with falsehoods and plastic body parts Twitching indeed, shaking with greed, gotta have it gotta have it now Madness erupts, power corrupts, and I just don't give a fukc |
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Wow! I could feel the anger. Very gripping... Excellent read.
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