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Opinions

Opinions

You see, If I would ever walk in backwards...
I would cause distractions to all those who applaud the blackness.
I fought in battles to sought all distraught factions.
With claws that will force open your brackets.
Don't morph in faggots, a gas or a plain flame on matches.
When the knock on the door happens, dont panic or force it open to smack him.
He is Daddy's friend, so dont cause him sadness.
Back in the day, us four were madness.
Your mummy got up, she fought and dragged us.

When all the insane comes, she handles it well.
When all the pain does is clamp on my shell.
I get a new one, she burns as a snail.
She inspires anyone, I even follow her trail...
The slime after time turns crusty and stale.
Rhyme after rhyme turns my mind rusty and frail.
Im fucking done as im dusting and she must be as well.
Cause she is hanging from something, looking flustered and pale...

After a couple minutes I realise something.
She is not only dead, but its real life, its touchy.
I go into shock, I feel the hot flush flushing.
Nothing in your life will come close to this painful and disgusting.
It must be my fate, cause she was my soul,.
My must see or it becomes something like hell.

God is real, god is fake.
God is a book with ink covering a page.
God is going to hate me.
But god should be the one locked in the cage.
Who is the one who saves people?
Medics should be prayed.
But the prays are what he steals.
Were healing the pain.
Were curing hate, the outbreak of males.
The fowl state of this needle.
Its how we say we are lethal.
And damn, death is around the corner.
And this lord is only watching.
Why does he look down on us when we are all moaning and marching...

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