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(Updated:12/18/02)
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Merry Christmas and a happy fuckin new year
Life's a bitch... just be glad you don't have
dildo stuffing parents like mine.
I've got the power to kill that certain power.
That certain power that laughs inside of me.
That power that hurts me when I do right.
And groaps me when I do wrong.
I have the power that was given to me by a power.
To destroy that power that does wrong.
My power, with that power given to me, by that power, to defeat this power.
That power, is power.
I sit here at my window with a
poem in mind,
I grab sheets of paper but this poem I cannot find.
I lose my thought and start to cry,
Because this poem told how I was to die.
I catch bits of the poem here and there,
For this poem I would have shared.
This was the poem that started all the rest,
And yet today it still is my best.
My death was foretold bitter and slow,
I would die by a friend a 15 year old fellow.
The friend had betrayed me now and I grow weary,
Because of him I am never so cheery.
The one friend I expected the
least,
Has turned against me into a beast.
I sit at that window once again,
I sit at that same place where it all began.
I catch my thought and start to
cry,
Because I now know how I am to die.
What the fuck Will... What a
brother.
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