Each day is a hazard gagging on the stench of the future's leftover meals
I swollowed my anger and spontaniously combusted with hell fire
The grass is greener until you get to the neighbor to your left
you feel the sounds of repetitious heartbeats driving you mad
when one goes out another starts
the horsemen can't seem to procrastinate for anygood reason
Will we all be stuck together again?
I hope the afterlife is much larger than our planet
And I know you feel the same
So I wrote the gods a letter
on our behalf
Please devide us into groups

06/01/2009

Posted on 06/01/2009
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