locked away,
or so you'd legistlate.
my free will is arson,
is murder...
a brick
through the window of society
just because it's there,
just because i can.
chaos:
frightening for you,
entertainment for me.
long live anarchy's dance...
it's song?
whatever tends to offend
the self-imposed righteous.
...and when the stars burn out, all we'll have are satellites to guide us
Friday, October 28, 2005
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