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electronic, the-rapist

I wish I had the mass of planets and could wander through the night sky
not to destroy our mother Earth but to smash the heavens nearest by
I'm so sick of this body and all its painful ailments
I wish that I could dive off the roof and land on an impalement

If only there were an app
to baseball bat a window and
slice your wrists with the shards
I'd pay for that...

If only I had enough pills
to kill myself
I would fast-track that
in fury
I'm impatient
the lord is in no hurry

most every mourning
most every day
for all the scorn
and alone
for all the momentary
sun rays
the split-second
pain drifts away

There is no padding
in the time-out room
there's just a window
and a glaring goon
Making sure
I don't bust my skull
Making sure
I'm locked down
and in a dope lull

Group was fun
a crackhead lectured me
on the downside of Christianity
If they're sending you to hell
Then what the hell do you think
they'll do with me?
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Submitted on October 15, 2013

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Wesley Morin

I was borne in the soul of misery and I never had me a name... they just gave me a number when I was young... ***BANNED IN A HUNDRED THOUSAND COUNTRIES*** more…

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