My Generation

February 25, 2009
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The only truth comes after you're lies.
You're only beautiful with you're plastic disguise.
Profanity is censored but it merely seeps in.
Only time can tell you're fate in this world full of hate.
This Generation is killing everything in its path, no room to even laugh.
Why can't the media see what they are doing to me?
Can't you taste the sin?
Surely not its mixed in with your gin.
All this lack of self respect leads to tragic, Please tell me you've gone insane?
In the end after everyone else is put to blame, you smile in confidence as you have just received you're 15 minutes of fame.





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