a rant. Written after I was attacked, at work, over somebody elses debts that I had nothing to do with...
You faceless pricks
You make me sick
A herd of bland and vacant smiles
Homogenized and plastic
You're all so fucking vile
Thinking with your fists and tiny dicks
What's the fucking point?
One day you'll wind up dead without a cause
A copyblot on history
So what's the fucking point?
Kill yourself and save us the hassle
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