december 4th, 1969
he was a boy wearing a red dress with yellow strings
hair neatly tied to the back, and his eyes were as weary as his Mary Janes
long long time ago he was a boy who loved to play with dolls and guns
but then he shot his father at a paddock for fun
he was confused between the difference of sex, loafing
no one ever knew why he became such a desaster
the people do not tolerate inconsistency, they said
how do we liberate the souls of a young mind
how do we get to tell the truth without hurting anyone
he had a bad allergy one year, gifting many scars to his body
he tried to cover it up by abusing himself violently
the world was waiting for him to change
but he said
the world was waiting for him to change
but he said
i will kill all those who wait
the world was waiting for him to change
but he said
the world was waiting for him to change
but he said
i will kill all those who wait
how do we liberate the souls of a young mind
how do we get to tell the truth without hurting anyone
how do we get these kids to kill the right people
how do we diminish the swelling narcissism of our kind
the winter frost bites on the piety of human race
along came the war along came the addict
then came this girl who touched his wounds and it made him heal it made him heal
i will kill all those who wait
he said
i will kill all those who wait