Danger Us
• Written by D-Long-
Anger magazine publisher, filling up volumes
Sticks and stones stick out bones like's a child's womb
Assume my mind's a single file room, smile/gloom
At any victim as I stick them in vile tombs
Raise the dead as my stares persist, where is this
Kindness behind this mind where tears exist
Scared of bliss I'm the rapist of my therapist
Arrogance fuels my hatred for each body I snare and twist
Dare to drift into my train of thought now de-railed
Thrown astray just follow my power trail, hours fail
To understand the grand scheme within our self
To cast blood upon the snow as it showers hell
Temper-headed higher than empire states
Send fire shakes to wash away entire states
In a desired state of creating open pyre wakes
Willing to being killing all just to acquire faith
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D-Long-
Member since December 24 2013