Shane Ward- Age: 20

August 4, 2009

Cretins

Release and burn this down

From the ground to the sound

If you can feel this longevity stares

And all around are dumbfounded

Transgalactic communicator

Commuters pour in with their stupid shit

And through this time I guess I'm still alive

Even though the sands tell me otherwise

Breathe down, loathe on, touch me

Arbitrary self gratification; fuck me

Release and expel sodomy

Leading our way towards depravity

Shackled down to the ground

Fettered to a feather, but burdened by nothing

As all sit down to watch

I surreptitiously beat the clock

I can prolong this no longer

But I live as pheremones swarm my nostril

A swarm of hornets flatten me

As the master plan is foiled by sheer stupidity

I don't need them; they don't need me

Slight beings accordingly

Away from this pit and all other shit

I isolate the frozen shores to retreat to my own whore