Everything I Do, I Do It For Me
By Mark Spencer...
"With this Crutch"
I understand...
Words fall into a pool
of pride, spatters...
What has the world come to these days?
Abduction lingers 'round corners...
Have you ever seen the
World in its depths...
Her smile was a tear
in the fabric of herself...
Such a fourtunate atrocity
That I should find myself haunted by...
How can you sit there and say every things...
Why are you so calm...
We are born into society only to meet a number of...
Today has been
long, and...
It's hard to just sit here and write these rhymes,
When I know other's are out committing crimes...
My heart broke for humanity
For the weeping eyes of bloody tears...