Staring at this empty page
Searching for something of class and style
The mind however can only bring up
Images of omnipresent feculence
But what difference would it make
To tell another story of abused children
Women caped to death, faces contorted in agony
As gas takes hope and breath away
Who fucking cares?

Contradiction and destruction has always been
The true nature of this cancerous species
Be it god, devil or blind chance
Behind its disgraceful conception
Best leave this page intentionally blank
Only signed in blood, flesh and bone
Cause the last thing crossing my mind
Is a bullet from my old .45

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