Rants; The World

Dog Carcass In Alley.This Morning The Tire Burst The Stomach. The World, I've Seen Its True Face.The Streets Are Extended Gutters And The Gutters Are Full With Blood And When The Drains Finally Scab Over, All The Vermin Will Drown.The Accumulated Filth Of All Their Sex And Murder Will Foam Up About Their Waists.

They Had A Choice, All Of Them.They Could Have Followed In The Footsteps Of Good Men.Decent Men, Who Believed In A Day's Work For A Day's Pay.Instead They Followed The Dropping Of Lechers And Didn't Realize That The Trail Led Over A Precipice Until It Was Too Late.Now The Whole World Stands On The Brink, Staring Down Into Bloody Hell, All Those Liberals And Intellectuals And Smooth-Talkers And All Of A Sudden, Nobody Can Think Of Anything To Say.

Beneath Me, This City, It Screams Like A Abattoir Full Of Retarded Children.Everywhere, It Reeks Of Fornication And Bad Consciences.This City If Dying Of Rabies.Is The Best I Can Do To Wipe Random Flecks Of Foam From Its Lips ? Never Despair.Never Surrender.

Behind Everything, There's Always A Meaning

That's All
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