A Knife, Metal Canteen, and Abe LincolnA Poem by XxxModifyTheMassesxxX
You f*****g maggot, just another f*****g f****t.
How do you wake when the morning comes? Crawling under my skin, there's need to worry. I don't just hate you, it's f*****g all humanity. If seeing me fall makes you happy, Get used to disappointment. 'Cause I am walking tall, I will never fall. My ambitions are my structure. Mother F****r. Open your eyes, don't widen your mouth in the least. Take this moment to understand that inside I'm a fucked up beast. My hate for mankind stretches farther than my love. For no one has helped me believe that I am wrong. And if I, And if I hear another needy b***h piss and moan or run her mouth, I'll gladly put those lips to use and let one f*****g out. Stupid c**t. And to those conceited f***s who think looks are everything, Try being a fat-a*s roadkill looking mother f****r, just like me. Open your eyes, don't widen your mouth in the least. Take this moment to understand that inside I'm a fucked up beast. My hate for mankind stretches farther than my love. For no one has helped me believe that I am wrong. Tossed around like I was s**t on a shoe, They put me down but I'm breaking through. Seeing the reality that we all only know how to fight, Taken to the time to think that the rope would have made it right. Why?
© 2012 XxxModifyTheMassesxxXAuthor's Note
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Added on June 20, 2012 Last Updated on June 20, 2012 AuthorXxxModifyTheMassesxxXNecropolis, UTAboutSimply trapped and finding my purpose here. My writing is my life and that's about it. You can't judge someone till you meet them. One's opinion shouldn't matter as long as you hold on to what's true .. more..Writing
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