WRITE WEEK #3

[Mr. J]

Spread the news to the victims, toxins through the veins
offers to the slain, we have different views if you'd listen
different uses of scriptures, I'm as rotten as the claim
tossed into the fray, the Grey, the wolves are stalking their prey
death is upon you, what you gon' do? isn't it awful?
isn't it, genocide, homicide, suicidal to attack when your afraid
pray to the gods you...make it out the game...stay out the way
a millimeter shell to the brain, could help take the stress in you
let me know when the lesson's through, dearly respected you...
rest in this spectacle, walk the same road that's left to you
I hope the jeans fit and the bleeding is from contraceptive use
no way out, the idea came from mood swings boosting morale
OK...shooting the corral, the earth is shaking, moving is too loud...
open the door and it's creaking, walking the children up who are sleeping
hearts beating, fear racing...all you see is gone, isn't it beautiful..scenic
when you see it you couldn't believe it, emptiness is a dream..if you seen it