you pick up a remote
you fly a plane
women and children
get counted the same
there are no such things
as collateral damage
when you run the place
like a brain hemorrhage
abomination
starving for a cause
bite the hand that feeds
force it down their throats
until their eyes bleed
the hidden agenda
under black wings
terrorize blowers
with whistles of defeat
abomination
antichrist or the devil
you cannot decide
cause like tony said
look them in the eyes
there's a burial at sea
that you may not believe
but until you wake up and see
we're losing our liberty
abomination
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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