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Rights To Kill

Who has the godlike hand to judge Who has the right to cast the first stone Who may stare at me and say ... you die? Pull the trigger You think your hurting me? Your killing you Eyes close, your dead The person standing above you ... killed you Oh, its not human Its a bug An animal What Right do you have to kill it? Like a disease you have become a murderous thing ... Killing "things" around you that beat with a rhythm You are a disease Yet, you still live Who's gonna kill you? Who's the malevolence that seeks revenge and says you deserve to die now?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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