May the blood
Of the world
Choke back in your throat
May the chance of your continued
Insulation become progressively remote
Till you are faced with the atrocity
Of some other trash like you
Slaughtered before your very eyes
May you behold this horrific view
And know the pain and sorrow
That were in other people's voices
As once they talked to you of your
Willful naivite by self indlugent choices
And who will you call on then
Who will be your great defender friend
No one because you sold them all out
On the way to meet your shame filled end
How will you walk on broken legs
How will you see out of blinded eyes
How will you ever feel joy again
When all there is left to do is cry
Neils
4:07 pm
05/19/2006
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transcribed this time
4:15 pm
05/19/2006
N....again
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