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Anger

Ocean of bodies, mass of slaves.
Writhing underneath my ice cold gaze

bloody, screaming empty voices
they fill the air with a twisted roaring

i shout until my voice is hoarse
yell while tears stream down my face

my broken body smells of pain
i hear my heart pounding ‘neath my ribs
smash my skull right in
let me die here amidst all of them

watch me burn
watch me melt
they laugh an kick the fire
then put it out

throw my filthy ashes
down the drain
piss all over it

they keep on partying
like i never existed



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