Army of black

by argueing with the rain   Jun 12, 2007


World beliefs burn down my locked mind. We have entered the last phase of life. Lock the door and hug the virus. Evil from this community has penetrated my faith in all that is good. I start again in this false prophecy. my pain numbed by all the drugs and liquor. Start the day so strong but end with the same curtain call. Misery come to us. Raise the blade high, toast to the dark sky. Do I fit in with the normal definition? All of you who feel lost, form up behind me. I am recruiting for my army, its time to wage war against the men in suits. Its time to nuke the ideals, give birth to a new way of life. Embrace the black love, the feeling you get from some distorted honeymoon. I command the future in my hands. Time for a future you cant live with. Here to stay, mind diluted by the doctors pills. Are you ready for the life you made? Are you ready for the teenage anger that wont die?

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