Not Going To Work
8/2/17
Incompatible, it's not going to work
I don't care if you do or don't go to church
Near and far from calm or extreme surf
The waters will murk
For what it's worth
I shall end your search
And go berserk
Across any turf
Time I make you hurt
And put you underneath the dirt
For trying to endanger lives on the Earth
And jeopardizing the universe
I'd call you more than a jerk
And knock you off your perch
No R.I.P. for you, or seeing your face on a shirt
If there's one thing I learnt
It's that they won't be the last or first
Which I why I stay alert
Time to draw the line
And rip out your spine
Since you enjoy stabbing others in the back with knives
Go ahead try to hide behind a disguise
Keep on spreading lies
It just may lead to your demise
And you rotting and decaying away among flies
If you're daily efforts and curriculum
Has to do with harming citizens
Then I'll be after you consistently with discipline
Doing the maximum and not the minimum
Meanwhile, the wheel of fortune, I'll give a spin
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