“YOU ARE WHAT YOU DO” 20 March 03

Enjoy your crown of deceit
be the king of bullshit
an animal in pale skin
degrading the standard of mankind
an animal does not feel
pity or sympathy
others are prey to be used
in the eyes of an animal

You. Are. What. You. Do.

It takes a skill for you
To take love, or something pure
And turn it into a dull, stale hate
You are a cancer
My fury will operate
You are what you do.
I’d rather die.
Than be a liar.

Than be like you.

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