child
they will capture you with sweet words of seduction
whisper honey and cream into your ears
promise twenty acres and a mule
sign a contract with your nation
anything to get behind you
to plunge the knife deep into your back
so they can sell your meat
to your children
nothing can stop
the mental slave traders
the judeo-corporate marauders
sailing the seas of our collective consciousness
sit here a few stories above the busy street
watch the cars dash by as they burn out the sky
this whore of a world is all played out
watch it die
so sick of the fucking corporate
excuses for killing me
BANG BANG BANG goes the gun in my head
THOU SHALT NOT STEAL THE WRITINGS OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY... YOU CAN EASILY GET PERMISSION FOR A NON COMMERCIAL REPRINT BY CONTACTING MY EMAIL.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
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