Lactose Intolerant Son of a...
a cold, hard train
smashing flesh
every day
i feel you
attempting to consume me
you'd think that after 24 years
i'd know your games
your cruel battles
your nasty warfare
your inflicted pain
so harsh i swear to god
i will dethrone you
but for now i have no control
for now you rule me
This poem was written by soulspin on Nov 22, 1999.
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