Shane- Age: 20

15 June 2009

Death Wrought On Walls

Illustrious hieroglyphics

Seemingly derisive of life

Didn't miss the thought at all

I dug that grave eight feet in the ground

All my wayfaring left me grounded

I figure perusing this would conjure a plan

But I didn't realize I've already murdered the man

I stole his riches, I stole his heart, I stole his soul

And Mother earth forgives me, for her reprieve is near

She stuffs the contents of the universe back in her womb

And forgets about the sins I've commited to take his away

And really, this world is just an optical illusion

One which has drained me of its surrealism of unfairness

So murder counts as nothing, and I rag to tag to body bag

My own mortuary- In a cave in a valley with bodies fucked by a

Tech 9, my own arsenal of assault weapons. High calibur consecrator.