420Aesthetics

there stands a small child
all alone with a broken smile
clenched fists hang off his little wrists
with repetetive negative thoughts
of murders and gun shots
he already hates life at a young age
spastic and quick to burst into a rage
the lion's been released from the cage
from there it's blood and loose hair
dead bodys but he doesn't care
**** this existence it's not fair
i'm a murderer give me the electric chair
on my knees i'm begging you, ease my pain please
it only grows stronger and stronger
and i don't know if i can last any longer

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