Pessimist
EP • 1995
What's this shit that...I see before me? What the Hell has...My world become? When the Hell did...we lose control? Victimized by...Our elected! Sodomized by...Those we trusted! Politicians...Fake religions! This great nation once meant freedom, now it's run by thieves. Politicians and police are always on the take. No escape from their corruption, nowhere we can hide. This great nation once meant freedom, now it's run by thieves. No escape from their corruption, nowhere we can hide. Missing children, drug addiction, husbands killing wives. T.V. cameras race to film carnage in the streets. Lying in my grave...Looking to the sky... Searching for the light...Lying in my grave... Looking for the light...Searching through the sky. Our destiny is...Annihilation! Can we avoid...complete destruction! Annihilation...Complete destruction! Missing children, drug addiction, husbands killing wives. T.V. cameras race to film carnage in the streets. Even sex a cause of death, the human race is doomed! Yet you fear these words i write and hide your kids from me.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
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Fire in the hole! Waiting for the blast, Vibrations in the Earth. Before the smoke can clear I'm diving underground. Searching through the dark I hunt the Vietcong. Feel the acrid smoke ripping through my lungs. Morality is gone... To kill is to survive. Morality is gone... To kill is to survive. Drive my body forward knowing what I'll Find. Drive my body forward through This passage way to Hell. I crawl among the bodies and piles of human waste. Then I hear sound and lift my gun to aim. Thunderous exchange, reeling from the Pain. Twisting on the ground, tasting my Own blood. People running by they don't Try to help. I'm afraid to die... So afraid to die! So afraid to die. This can not be true. People running by thinking I have died People running by leaving me to die. Casualty of war. Body on the pile. I lie alone, but still refuse to give my soul Up to this hell. Flashing back from Hell, Returning to the world, hearing my own Screams tearing through the night. Clutching at my chest my fingers trace the Scars. Somehow I've got to end these Visions in my head. Bottle in my hand barrel In my mouth. Bottle in my hand barrel in my mouth. Somehow I've got to end visions in my head. Fought so many years this war for sanity. I Can not go on this ends for me today.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
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