Goals

Rage, so it comes to me
So I kill her
And she gives head
To life, I hear voices
Whisper against my ear
The wind of her breath
Slowly I arise
My death is forgotten
As you are me
And we are all dead
Life, give me insanity
Give me a goal




© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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