Media-Murder-SuperstarsMature

Dead to you all,

Always and forever,

Dread the day that I awaken,

To the hot, bloody pain that seeps through,

When the emotionless ice thaws,

And I come back to life in time to die,

Die in time to be brought back to life,

Electric current, regenerated torture toy,

Made for hell,

Trademark of Satan, all rights reserved,

666 carved over and over again,

A bleeding, pulsating violent tattoo,

For a violent age of media-murder-superstars,

And their pedestal-placing, fan-basing, fame-chasing,

Miserable human beings,

A.K.A everyday human life,

So pathetic,

We Are,

Just building gradually towards suicide,

So we are immortal when we die.

The End

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