Blackout
This world seizes to amaze me
as my hate grows stronger for my enemies
same old pattern day and night
so i wake up filled with hate as they constantly fight
i want to see everything black
no more comfort for the spoiled, immature and wack
no more drugs pumping in condemned vains
as the riot in the streets with flames
i cant stand this world im surrounded by anymore
Like the open mouth of an adulterous whore
no more will me ears abhore..
that useless and annoying clinking like a tiny woman stomping her heels in the floor
My God please turn it black
as black as the charcoal in sheols stomache that roars
i
cant
take
any
more
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2019
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