Comin knockin down my door

And I will kill all of you
Matter of fact now that I think about it
Maybe I should take you out early
Yeah that is a good idea no doubt about it

All I need is details
About when and where you go
Maybe you're on your road to nowhere
And suddenly a tire blows

And you're layin in a ditch
Thinking Son of a Bitch what gives
I knew I was doin something stupid
But I always thought I'd get to live

No idiot your time is up
How about a typical hunting accident
You know a random shot from somewhere
With no provable source or intent

Except your brains just got to be
Fertilizer for the grass and trees

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And even if you do get a specific hard on
For me from whatever dumb ass system you got
In the end you're nuthin but an extension
Of the ruling drooling pigs of corruption

Wallowing in their own slop


Neils
11:03 pm
05/17/2011

The Great Pretenders and False Befrienders

By their works
Shall you know them

I know who you are
And I know what you do
And I will tell you to your face
You don't think things through

You don't deal with facts
You do not engage with candor
You imply you lie and then deny
And then go right to smear and slander

Screw your passive aggressiveness
Your shallowness and contempt
Who are you to say reach for truth
When you've never made the attempt





Neils
10:39 am
01/14/201
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transcribed this time
10:10 am
01/15/2011

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