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Hurt Beyond the Medicine

They all laugh,

They all laugh and don’t give a fuck,

But if it happened to any of their

Children,

     You wouldn’t want to look!

 

I may as well be dead,

I may as well have caught the round,

I may as well be six foot under and,

I may as well be dead.

 

Let the comedy commence,

Let them reel off every word,

Let them peel away the many layers

Of a human being,

     To see the child they murdered.

 

I really want that death,

I really feel the need to get away from hell,

Because as they laugh at every insult

My person’s undertaken;

They still won’t understand what they’ve mistaken?

 

These voices come from beyond

And they know how to break through walls,

They don’t have ears the military

Say they do,

     But mouths to channel vehemence.

 

And it’s ignorant

Of them all to do this,

It’s inhumane beyond understanding,

It’s trickery to let me live in pain,

While they laugh - the laugh of monster.

 

There is no God,

No Devil,

Just humans that have no heart,

And I really mean I want my death,

And end this horrid ‘little’ world.

◄ On Drink

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