02 April 2011

YB Land

Trying since ages,
to dull my senses,
to kill my brain cells.

Desensitize myself to morons on street.
No longer will they abuse my freedom,
think they own this world.

Fuck them, and their righteous shit.
I spit on the parades of their heroes,
their mindless celebrations,

Living a lie,
each day they die,
Persecute my gods they fail to understand.

Trapped in time,
never wanting to grow,
Never wanting to realize their worth.

Soon my kind will rise,
flood the streets with our Gods.
bring out the Armageddon machines.

Run for cover suckers,
your hour glass has run out.
Our time is now.
Make you cry,
wither in pain and Die...

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