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Outcast
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The Ramblings Of A Madman I was born into this world a outcast
never really fitting into this slot
or that slot
forever damned for not fitting in
a square peg
a round hole
a big hammer
hell bent on making me fit in
I'm sure you've all seen the drill
I don't pretend to know everything about life
but I do know life should be more than just a game
of who's better than who
I've felt My patience wearing thin as the anger grows
abused by my fellow man a thing that was never spoken of
then there are some who call themselves teachers
a person who's supposed to help
instead of humiliating children in front of so many eyes
hating us for things we've not yet done
or just because I remind them of someone
decision made; theirs
choices; removed from our hands
grabbing on to the hate in which I immerse Myself
for I know the things to come will only get worse
a brier patch here
a tumbleweed there
acid rain gently fall's
it's the calm before the storm
when pain the fickle lover
beckons Me to once more
to lay within the arms of another
while mourning for her touch
no time can heal the damage done to a innocent heart
there is a tattoo on my heart.
It's one I can not see
but I know it's there
a picture of her
Where once there was a beautiful garden
now grows naught but weeds
out casted
for loving her is a sin
I never sleep in peace and silence
Hopeless and wounded I dream and cry
Raped by the words that were never spoken
tortured by the memories left behind
oh but the needle is my friend as I slip into
blessed darkness along with the dreams
of refuge that let me soar
cradled in this sanctuary that I adore
the pom pus leaders of society
have no room for the nonconformist
they've had me chained to dark an dreary walls
far beneath the streets saying
I'm crude , rude an socially unacceptable
I swear these chains I will someday break
but what do you know someone started a fight
in another part of the world
send the out casted an the down trodden first
stone cold eye's
cold steel in My hands
a heart as hard as the barrel of this M-16
I the one who has learned to embraces death with open arms
have found My place here at the edges of humanity
with our gun's for hire for a price
it matters little to the god's
whether were soldiers paid by our country
or soldiers of fortune who kill for who ever pays
the most
a reality show for the god's
who's going to kill the most today
I hope the ratings are high
Still even here I know
That agony waits for me to wake
to suffering the insufferable
again an again pain the fickle lover
beckons onto Me with all those alluring words
I want to hear
leading Me away into temptation
but deep down inside I know it's really just absurd
to let her screw Me like the whore that I am
but then what the hell
what else have I to do
~ D Donner ~
