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The Shrieking


Shrieking laughter fills my pillow

I exhale the humor from a broken hubris

They called me mad for speaking my mind!

Singing the starless soliloquy in the shadowed cell they locked me in

Thank you brother! For calling me innocent!

Thank you father for calling me depressed!

Thank you mother for swearing to my oppressors i would obey the hatred they spew!

I have roamed the plains or mortality alone

A shrieking mad cacophony in the dark!

Allow me no tears for the blind do not cry for me

Allow me no bloodshed as no sheep ever bit its predator in my name

Allow me no love as the gods you gave me are heartless

Bless me with your charitable hypocrisy

Guide me to your chambers of lust

Corrupt me like a worm in a dog

All your kings are parasites america!

Suckling from the teet of your depth

Bless me with the education of indoctrination

Bless me with the welfare of those who gave in to the oppression

Bless me with the citizenship of a blue blooded american.

 
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just trying to get out there and make a name for myself

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