And Now
Satisfaction
In my
mental prison I see life thru’ a prism
Divided
and stark, defined and dark
Hatred’s
easy in my emotion speakeasy
Don’t
cross my lines or I’ll assassinate your smile
We always
kill the mockingbirds, ask Holden Caulfield
My innocence
has made me take arrows and blows
It’s
unacceptable to have saints as heroes
The weak
and vice-ridden conniving have forced my hands
So I plot
their deaths and it takes my strength
I scream
my hate and it awakes insanity
This
coming of age of the natural assassin
How sweet
the burden tastes to be all that I oppose
To the
destruction of the guilty I toast
Justice
is enjoying being Judge Roy Bean
I don’t
feel sad at their exquisite demise
I’m
triumphant as I put bullets between their ugly eyes
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