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"Tramp-Stamped"

I'm standing here observing in slow-motion the
ruination of civilization, wondering where it
all got fucked-up and went wrong

Sitting now shaking my head, having a smoke
whilst watching destruction's that are caused
by the pens-strokes that drop bombs

Screens-of-smoke that world-leaders put up to
draw-away the attention of those lame-ass and
maimed, gullible sheep-in-shackles who only
mindlessly follow the political-winds-drones

Lulled-away to sleep through their incapability to
see or reason for their own; these, null-and-void,
programmed zombie-droids of the apocalypse
only care for what can be handed-out to them,
as is promised whispered sweet-nothing's
into their ears

They become a fucking silly-ass-bitch when the
world-deceiver stands-up, and through their TV's
say,

"I Promise, I Have Everything to Give and I'll Give
   it to You All, Freely;"

their little pansy-ass panties wet, they declare,

"Hell Yeah, My Votes for Him,"

"Little Bitch, Your Fucking Ass has Just Been Stamped"  

They like to call certain religious-sects,

"The Sheep, that their Belief, they all Follow Blindly,"

never realizing, that they themselves have put
their minds into hollow cells, and their king has
the key; but back to them will he it give, never:
ha-ha fool, now that you've given him your loyalty,
you're his Bitch; your mind and body he controls

So, go ahead, give your soul to them; but don't
look at me and cry when at last you've realized
that Yourself, they only bent-over and fucked
and became your Daddy and then turn round
to you and say,

"Bitch, I only Fucked You; but those Whispered Sweet-nothings
   were just that, Nothing; I Owe You Nothing,"

Cause, when that reality happens, I'll turn, and to
you say gladly,

"I Fucking Told You, but You were a Fucking Tramp;
  Now, Sit the Fuck Down Bitch and Give Your
   Stamp a Kiss:

Cause Tramp, You got Stamped"      
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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