Memory

When I die,
I hope to be remembers as defiant.
I live, breath, eat, sleep, sweat un-conformity.
 
I'm pro death because fuck PC and Christians.
My mind was raped,
I believed in sky people,
I thought I was going to heaven,  
But ended up in this hell.
I can't speak my mind,
Fearing that it would hurt little Jimmy,
Sorry, I meant Jamie.
 
My religion is nihilism,  
I am the preacher of nothingness,
My scripture is Hiroshima,
My God is nuclear winter.  
I stand for the oppressed,
I can't stand this oppression of depression,
So don't be life's fucking slaves no more,
Break the chains and forever I will fail and give up.
 
I spit fire on hot coals to cool myself off,
Don't play with well others,
And I am afraid.  
Afraid that I will be forgotten.  
I put my footprint in the sand,
Hoping that the waves do not take it.
My words,
Are not immortal.