a poem written for us maggots
With my eyes I shall see,
All that is dark and empty in me,
With my hand I will feel,
All your bullshit that isn't real,
With my lungs I will breathe,
The poser's very low self-esteem,
With your hands we will rise,
The world with be destroyed but still in surprise,
With your eyes we can see,
How to destroy the bullshit hypocrysy,
With everyones hand in the air,
Devil horns fashioned way up there,
Only then will they all see,
They were wrong all along,
It is them that will drown in their very own ethnicity's,
So I stand with my hand up proud,
As I slam their opinions into the ground,
Death seeps through and through,
Will they ever see we need something new,
They will all mourn when their death is done,
But we will continue to flourish,
WHEN ALL HOPE IS GONE!
sty (sic) maggots, this poem was written for all of us. my brothers and sisters, to say that we r the ultimates in power. and we will never die. and this poem was only written as it is now posted. <<<< mfkr14 ( Austin)
