Today's Goal
Find the government fools
Hunt them down
Slice their throats
Reading this
You may think
That i'm crazy
But i'm not
This is pure hatred
Burn their buildings
Of power
To the ground
Laugh as the flames rise
And the government scream
Sounds of pure torture
The snap crackle pop
As their skin blisters
The skin turning dark
Just like their hearts
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