Treasure Island

Tim caffery

(02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

Am I Genocide


Have I sought to destroy in part or in whole

Have I sought to give and take one's soul

Have I made myself what I might mistakenly hate

Have I tripped on tradition or just fell for the bait

Have I tricked myself of sincere intentions

Only to spread genocidal fears & tensions

I have inflated my faults in efforts to hide

Some darkness I refuse to admit is inside

Have I seen the truth having never been shown

Only because I'm cut from the very same stone

How is it done without even thinking

This is hell and I'm content to be casually sinking

Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012
Edited: Sunday, April 01, 2012

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