~bags Of Douche~ - Poem by E Nigma
Look at that guy
Now point your fingers and laugh
Because it's cool to be cruel
Right, or am I wrong?
Why should you even care?
Because what's the point in
Being alive if all you do
Is cause death
Were we born to kill one another?
Because we do, everyday, in our thoughts
With our words in our actions
To many undeserving of such thoughtless acts
We act and react based on how we feel
Some I feel, feel too much
All these feelings juggled
Because we don't know how to handle them
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