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From womb to tomb,
in spite of blight,
the light shines upon me and I take myself to rid the world of thee,
who will try to stand against me, please, I’ve been dormant, fermenting for years and these
fucks had to bring it out of me,
I’m drastic, caustic get some of my aura and it will leave you regretting the day you
fucked with me or anybody,
borders wont stop me,
I’m claiming the earth as my territory,
my place in history,
you never could believe an eminent threat as sane as me,
with potency that Gods don’t believe,
be ready to die,
I’m armed with fertilizer, gasoline, a caravan,
and a license to drive,
or take flight whatever it takes,
know the past,
know the future,
these American fucks now care, Where’s humanities love?, day in and day out,
I’m not one to run away from tragedy and I question all these fucks who run so easily,
don’t think for yourself but others, your mother, brother, sister, father, friends,
and you fucks decided to run,
and now you buy flags and pledge your patriotism,
so quick to pull the trigger as long as none of you see peoples eyes when they die,
I’m in the trenches and you fucks need to see war at dirt level and it will make you aware
at all costs war must be avoided,
I’m disgusted spitting residue on all of you,
I’m cauterizing all your insides,
massaging your heart, now become revitalized,
the human mind alive,
my emotions will never subside,
Osama Bin Laden, you’ll stand in astonishment when I’m crushing every monument,
come and get me,
whatever upsets you I’ll do,
take the cue,
I’m begging you, send your best and I’ll kill them too,
removing my platelets, no I wont bleed,
nobody, anybody, and everybody try some shit,
and you’ll die too.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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