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NOT ONE OF YOU
NOT ONE OF YOU
Words spread fast through a castrated caste
Dead turds turning upon a theater outcast
and everyone of the same mind upon the stage
is shunned in a kind of shameless blind rage
within their mindless simple clan
in a way that only simple minds can understand
I will tell you something blunt and true
like I told this one singing cunt I once knew
I've done things that you couldn't imagine
So before bringing and putting your angry VAG on
dismembered members caught being true
remember I'm not one of you
-NO REGRETS-
-I TRIED-
-YOU'RE MY PETS-
-YOU DIED-
I have a new anthem to sing
a sacrificed vice venturing
into what will willingly bring
a calling of a failing falling offering
crying out loud or failing with or without you, friend
Flying proud or sailing down until the end
I'm not concerned about tired lies spoken as true,
You should be more worried about what I'm thinking of you
I tried, almost died, and I'm nowhere near through
I'm not one of you
Words spread fast through a castrated caste
Dead turds turning upon a theater outcast
and everyone of the same mind upon the stage
is shunned in a kind of shameless blind rage
within their mindless simple clan
in a way that only simple minds can understand
I will tell you something blunt and true
like I told this one singing cunt I once knew
I've done things that you couldn't imagine
So before bringing and putting your angry VAG on
dismembered members caught being true
remember I'm not one of you
-NO REGRETS-
-I TRIED-
-YOU'RE MY PETS-
-YOU DIED-
I have a new anthem to sing
a sacrificed vice venturing
into what will willingly bring
a calling of a failing falling offering
crying out loud or failing with or without you, friend
Flying proud or sailing down until the end
I'm not concerned about tired lies spoken as true,
You should be more worried about what I'm thinking of you
I tried, almost died, and I'm nowhere near through
I'm not one of you
Published 17th Aug 2018
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17th Aug 2018 6:16am
loved the expression.
imposition of faith or truth is no way to treat a friend.
to each their own...the only way to peace, hope people understood this...
loved the flow and the effect of this expression dear Archie
imposition of faith or truth is no way to treat a friend.
to each their own...the only way to peace, hope people understood this...
loved the flow and the effect of this expression dear Archie
17th Aug 2018 6:21am
dearest Archie love the fierceness here
very powerfully felt
your discontent...
love Crim
very powerfully felt
your discontent...
love Crim
