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I'm not a Poet, I'm not an Artist

my pain is just a catalist

I'm not a Angel, I'm not a Saint

my thoughts just full of hate



It took you to make me realize

that life's just one big compromize

Hight off your affection

never once thought about it's intention

That it was just an infection

I am your reject

societies defect

my exsistance is a poison

giving suicide a reason



"Your a Slave to the System

forced into a bondage position

while they rape your innocents away

and celebrate it to this very day"



Like you, I was just a pawn

until everything I loved was gone

when there's nothing left

but the thought of death

pull the trigger of suicide

and see how far that gets you by



You tought me well, the value of pain

the guilt and the shame

but you live in a world thats mundane

giving me the reason to make it profane

your trapped behind a vail

living in a fantasy gone staile

in an Age old and frail

through your descrimination

suffocating your innovation



"Your a Slave to the System

forced into a bondage position

while they rape your innocents away

and celebrate it to this very day"



An end to order, an end to all

a pestilence by any other name

forced to watch it all decay

and this is the world we live in today