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You don’t need to hear

The pain I’m in,

Just know I’m dying.

It doesn’t matter where I’m from,

Can you believe where I am going?

And the motherfucker

Declared victory,

Before he even realized my victory.

And the empire is raping the world,

To spread the seed,

Of an empire which overcame rape.

The heroine was looking for those to be saved,

But couldn’t get through the prison bars.

She looked at the little perverts,

Getting off on their safety,

And sighed,

‘This is empire.’

And the rebel tensed his testicles,

He had them,

Clothed or not.

And the little bitches, who weren’t impressed,

He didn’t even try to impress them!

Went on their living way.

Competing with the bacteria,

Which lives so carefree,

They figure they are doing us honor.

Like the man who went to school

To major in spell checking,

And calls himself a poet now.

In contrast to the unknown serial-killer,

Who went down in a blaze of glory,

He dared to kill himself first.