Z-Old Release: Hail to the Chief

He stands over me pencil drawn back the class room watches as the terror grows the molesting begins another whipping another callous another denial they want to hang him without trial the pillars crumble the courts will not meter out justice it happens again and again how steeped they have come in sin flicker flame the sun shines down not for you but all those hiding beneath the rocks wishing to die and cannot wanting to fly yet buried beneath the trembles of sound the woman to believe she turns and looks at the thief no one knows her name and the establishment cuts her throat they said she knew so much and so she did they said we're looking for the good in society and so again they lie another attempt remains jutted against the sky the quest for popularity (have to have that vote) lies with the one who can control this their emotions and past generations weep in shame adrogney and audio survellance we close in on the mischeif makers and those who will not move will die for this our establishment Hail to the CheifWritten October 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 05:39 AM PST, Michael Edward London    contemporary • dark • nature • pain • personal • sad • society • spiritual • thoughts • weird