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 ***, 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