1996
1996
ode of the guinea pigs
the unwanted child
the dark path
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ode of the guinea pigs
we like to be different
we don't obey unspoken rules
everyone has a right to be themselves
all who oppose are stupider than a pack of mules
they want to control us
they don't let us have our ways
they try to keep us in the dark
try to keep us in a daze
it's about time we have a say
it's about time we speak out
have to show them who we are
have to clear ourselves of any doubt
we aren't zombies anymore
we don't believe your empty words
we want to escape from our cages
we want to soar as free as birds
you no longer have the remote control
we're no longer your guinea pigs
now we're our own masters
and you don't seem as big
you never trust us on our own
we're all criminals in your eyes
we're a source of shame to society
all that we utter are lies
open your eyes to the truth
you'll see that there's good in all
you'll be able to think clearly
once you remove that brick wall
The Unwanted Child
i blinded myself not to see
i amputated my arms not to touch
i burnt my tongue not to taste
i severed my nose not to smell
i sliced off my ears not to hear
and what's left now
is an ignorant moron
living in a world of ecstacy
telling myself everything's gonna be all right
close my eyes to the world
and myself
cuz i'm my own fool
what's the point of seeing
a world filled with hatred
what's the point of touching
people who don't love me
what's the point of tasting
food poisoned with spite
what's the point of smelling
rancid redolence
what's the point of listening
when they don't listen back
what's the point of living
without hope?
The Dark Path
Hate dwells in the abyss mortals call hell,
Watching and wallowing with the wailing corpses;
Who's stench reeks of rotting flesh and decaying bones
Patiently anticipating the arrival of another cadaverous criminal.
The lugubrious lamentation of immemorial days
Echoes along the barren walls desecrated by the dessicated blood of dead desperados;
The doom for these maimed monsters is to serve in hell for eternity.
These evil beings, who committed myriad crimes in their lives
Will be thrown into the dungeon with Apollyon the Destroyer.
Their bones will be crushed by his stalactite teeth,
Torn off agonizingly slow as the fiend savors every juicy bite of raw flesh;
Their bones are grinded into dust by the demon's brawny hands;
His mouth is an estuary awaiting to swallow its victims whole
And drown them in his malignant maw.
Satan's loutishness and guile cause all to fear him;
His malign manners and lust to inflict pain upon his foes
Brings waves of fear to all who feel his presence.
His diabolical eyes contain the evil which he will inevitably emit into his gullible victims.
He breaks the spirit of those who oppose,
And will never be suppressed
Because once a person stares into the eyes of evil
And trembles in the presence of the devil,
The goodness inside the person is lost;
The sinner will continue walking in the dark path
And will never look back to see the light.
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