no more

2 o'clock saturday morning day-time
there were no more sublime
to find in the rhymes
where were you?
in what room?
as the thing went kaboom
insanities calamity
straight down on your stupidity
no one knew
low iq
out of the blue
what is true?
no clue
while time fly
shy guy
radialized life's
claim demise
contain vain-full pain
and shame then aim with your blame
before it rains insane
you purswayed the gods into doomsday
ya sons on gun run
shun ya hun
with the tail
of your consequent fail
the consequence on bail
so hail of the rails
bullet hail
stop the props pile
of proclaimed child
juvenile
look into the eyes of the mad-child, paedophile
and dont pass-out
or shout
that they vile
dont let mits
of poletics
put them on trial
they turned rip
to hit
and we all got the face-tic
you destroyed the culture
to become this vulture
and every time you rapture
a more garbage character
within the sin
of pretending to be my kin
others will get the win
as i go to prison
for good old fashioned terrorism
dont listen