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Billy walked to his death
and held his head high.
He knew no matter what Judge said
he never told no lie.
He never did shoot that boy,
he wasn’t there that night.
He never did pull the trigger,
he didn’t start no fight.
Now Billy spent the last 4 years
stuck inside a cage.
Barely any sunlight,
only room for rage.
He didn’t let that get him down,
“In my mind I’m free.
I know that I’m innocent,
no matter what they do to me.”
Young Billy walked to his death
and held his head high.
He knew no matter what Judge said
he never told no lie.
Now they tried to say Billy
was a cold and callous killer.
It worried Bill so much,
he could barely eat his dinner.
Billy never hurt no one
he could barely squash a fly,
he was ‘fraid of the charges
and what they could imply.
It was his word against the dead
He knew he stood no chance
They were gonna do away with Billy
without a second glance.
So Billy walked to his death
and held his head high.
He knew no matter what Judge said
he never told no lie.
Billy had one goal today,
to go and die with pride.
He stiffened up that upper lip
and lengthened up his stride.
He walked to the table
and began to shake,
for he knew this was the last time
he’d ever be awake.
So Billy walked to his death
and held his head high.
They killed Billy that day
in the heat of July.
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Happiness is the savior of none
But the killer of some
All the 27’s who died
Were searching for something
Or someone.
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Just smile,
grit your teeth,
say “Fuck It”
and jump…
the pavement wants a kiss.
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Don’t try to live forever
Just try to live for now.
Life without death
Is not really living.
There is an interesting dynamic
Between life and death.
There is an interesting dynamic
Between love and sex.
You can’t find love in a hole.
But you can find love in
Warm places
In friendly faces.
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As she got on her knees,
she was ready,
thoughts running through her head,
sure seemed heavy.
Just do it,
don’t think,
as she grabbed the shaft,
and put it in the hole
where she would laugh.
Oddly warm
and feeling right,
this sure did give her,
much delight.
She was happy now,
and he would be too,
with one quick breath,
she finally blew.
She reached out her hand
coddling the base of the gun,
she pulled the trigger,
now she’s done.
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I remember the day
that Washington burned,
And the bloody bits of JFK
still floating in
that Cuban bay
Hey, Hey, LBJ,
How many Kids
Did you Kill today?
Well, what can I say?
I wasn’t there to count ’em.
Napalm and Vietnam,
and a broken Saigon
and Viet-cahn,
Now President Saddam
and a Hydrogen bomb;
War.
What is it good for?
Look down and be reminded by your stumps
that you Can’t
Stand Up for your rights,
You left your legs in Afghanistan,
Just like your Dad left His in Iran!
Wheres the Taliban? There they are!
In the twisted scalding nails
And bits of metal in my Entrails!
In the desecrated monuments
And in the Veiled Females!
The Enemy is in my Head,
And if I shoot him Now,
He will be Dead.
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In my head, the sun only Rises, but never seems to Set.
As if the end of each day is just a Blurr
with no definitive finish.
I cant distinguish whats a dream and whats Reality.
They say that’s the true meaning of Insanity.
It wasn’t always like this,
maybe I died or am dieing
then again aren’t we all dieing? One day at a time.
We’re just waiting for the right moment to give it a label.
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This is
mindless self indulgence.
The way it penetrates
from within,
and shows right through
your skin.
This all consuming
always looming
mindset that you’re in.
This is
mindless self indulgence
and its going to do you in.
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Swallowing sadness
I sit in fear
of losing someone i love, so dear
think to the good times we’ve had in the past,
wishing it didn’t go by so fast
is there any way to make this last?
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Why can’t this be a happy trip?
go ahead tuck in that pouty lip.
Sure this is the time to say goodbye,
but everyone knows all things must die.
It’s just a matter of where and when,
so here’s to you my unbelievable friend.
Just know that my love (and appreciation) will never end.
And maybe, someday we’ll meet again.
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Let your mind wonder
as you begin to ponder
what we deem to be life.
Feel your body sink
as you begin to think,
the next logical step, death.
Feel your mind release
and you might feel at peace
free from the distractions of the world.
Now it may seem
as if you’re in a dream,
but reality will come rushing back.
Slap you dead in the face,
pull you down from space,
cause life can do that sometimes.
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pounding
sounding in the distance
the drumroll starts,
feel it Beckoning
to your heart.
Drums, Drums,
the Wolves of War
Blood and Iron, sword and
Thundering Roar,
Slaughter, hands
slick with Gore!
Moving to
the drumroll of War,
Glory, Death and Murder-joy,
Come now lad,
off my boy!
Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!
Off we go boys, to
answer War!
Drums, drums!
rolling in your Heart,
don’t you want to
do your Part?
The acrid smell of
Gunpowder wakes Demons
in your Heart!
The Flames climb high
and homesteads Burn
Grab a women,
Take a turn!
Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!
Drums, Drums!
The Animal call!
Screaming, grieving,
Pulling us All
A Maelstrom of Devastation!
an ignorant people’s Manipulated
Frustration
Drums, Drums,
Booming, Dooming
Land and body,
Spirit and Mind,
and tender feelings
Stripped from inside;
Drumrolls of War
Spilling over the Hills,
But
it’s Humankind
who Kills
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The memories in our hearts
Pearce us like darts
The dreams we once shared
Have parted and fared
Legends live to leave a mark
But like shadows, they only dwell in the dark
We all have to pay
Our tolls someday
Death has never missed…
It’s now time to reminisce
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In deepest Night,
when all are asleep
is when they come,
up the flight
of shadow-stair
silent and fleet
Cloaked in black,
Quiet as the breath
of a slumbering child,
Down the Hall,
soundlessly gliding
Quietly
into the bed-chambers
of my family
And there they stand,
not breathing, sensationless
Diabolic yet infinitely patient
standing
staring from shadowed faces
no eyes but still they are watching,
in Deepest night
the clock reads three
I am awake, eyes squeezed
Shut
but
I know there is one standing,
and its
Looking
at me.
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i feel lonely
at this train-stop i must wait
there is paper blowing in the wind
my only company is a paper cup
strange….it is whiter then a pearl
and onto the iron i will step
because i feel lonely
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