Rage

When rage builds up inside of me 
and fights my spirit to be free.
When they tear open Gaia’s heart,
that’s when the rendings really start.
I share this world with Cappo scum
who’s brains are dead and hearts are numb
and there are days I really feel
they need to die for Earth to heal.
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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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