Where else can I go with my hate?
Molesting my skin, I struggle to bleed
No longer to bear the rage in me
Am I an assassin to be ?
Why not kill the ones without a will ?
Why not burn the house of god ?
Why not catch the insects
and trap them all to dirt ?
So close to the line where I will snap
It
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