| Hatred of Those Who Don't Have A Clue | ||||
| Without a trace...... Into the sky.... Into the storm..... He had no purpose No reason to continue In this place He disappeared Tired of beating himself up For things that would never change Things that were out of his hands When it had begun He had brought this on himself But this was no self-inflicted hurt Anymore So he disappeared into the night Into the storm Away from what Had screwed him up to begin with Because what was the purpose Of self-torture? It did not bring what he wanted It did not bring back the lost He knew he was crazy since birth So corruptable So impressionable When they are only babies Defenseless, helpless... Right, Momma? So instead Of hurting himself To relieve himself Of the guilt He did what any other human Would do- He fought...To avenge himself |
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