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When I was 9 I asked my mother why: The faces on tv were capable such crimes. THEN!. When I was 10, I saw him put to death. I’d never thought that I would see it in this time.
She told me not to worry, said "it’s fine" She told me to stay home and that they got what they deserved, to stay in line, don’t fight everynight.
AGAIN!
When I was 12, I began to ask myself, is murder punishable by death, and does it even help? It doesn’t bring the dead back, but it’s a danger off our streets. The object of revenge is clear, to fight through angers, and not through tears…
Fuck, would a life sentence suffice? So penalize before they strike. "Push them to the margins make sure they never see the light" Let the punishment fit the crime.
If I could teach the world to think, would a million voices cause end up the same? A harmony so-fucking-great. With unity in masses, Society free from segregation.
So point your gun to my back so I’ll follow you along. But I’ll never support your life sentence on that legion dead and gone. If being mortal’s punishable then in your face I’ll spit. So execute me too, what a disgrace. You’re full of shit!
What Happens when they’re gone? Do their ideals live on? To make them pay for their own cause, martyred they create new spawn. Footprints lie, deep inside the earth, a new race of pigs begin to spread. Educated, by the worst. | | |
