Kill the
Trolls
It’s
doesn’t matter what you believe
Narrow
minded twisted caves
The world
revolves, time goes and physics bites
Bacon and
Shakespeare understood the basic bytes
Nature
must be obeyed and be true to you
So it can
be commanded and you won’t be blue
Death is
finality and nobody can help that snare
Age is
such a crock made that way by bores that never dare
Just do
what you want and rock and roll
Play your
own song and let that joy kill the trolls
Too many
so many lazy slothful sores
Claiming
age is the problem that’s why they’ve no scores
But mind
is their barrier with its dread
Soaking
their children into being afraid outside the homestead
Feel the
cold knowing you depend on your hands to be fed
Necessity
crushes fear and raises you high instead
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