Trojanman
09-23-06, 12:10 AM
one day, i woke up out of bed
it was 7 in the morning and i tossed over my mattress
i saw a high powered assault rifle and i heard a voice in my head
told me to get rid of everybody that depised me and murder those bastards
so i jumped in the shower and opened up my closet to search for clothes
my closet was empty except for a black skully, black pants, black hoodie and black boots
and a bulletproof vest for my chest, walked outside, time to give these faggots bulletholes
i saw the first person, tried to make my life miserable, so i held up my rifle aiming to SHOOT
his face dropped and his body was all over the block after the automatic gunfire stopped
i kept on moving and everybody i hated just came out of nowhere and i kept shooting
my anger kept on growing the more haters i saw and the more i heard my gun pop
therapy for my mind, watching these bullets rip their all the folks i hated spine
all the people that pass by that wasn't involved, the thought of hating on me wouldn't dare cross their mind
the more rounds i let off, the anger, frustration and hatred die down and i started to become soft
as the body dropped, my problems just went away
after i murked the last ******, i went back into my home and went to my room
i had my first good sleep in years and i woke up the next day
i was a happy person, i guess my pain was healed after giving all them faggots bullet wounds.
it was 7 in the morning and i tossed over my mattress
i saw a high powered assault rifle and i heard a voice in my head
told me to get rid of everybody that depised me and murder those bastards
so i jumped in the shower and opened up my closet to search for clothes
my closet was empty except for a black skully, black pants, black hoodie and black boots
and a bulletproof vest for my chest, walked outside, time to give these faggots bulletholes
i saw the first person, tried to make my life miserable, so i held up my rifle aiming to SHOOT
his face dropped and his body was all over the block after the automatic gunfire stopped
i kept on moving and everybody i hated just came out of nowhere and i kept shooting
my anger kept on growing the more haters i saw and the more i heard my gun pop
therapy for my mind, watching these bullets rip their all the folks i hated spine
all the people that pass by that wasn't involved, the thought of hating on me wouldn't dare cross their mind
the more rounds i let off, the anger, frustration and hatred die down and i started to become soft
as the body dropped, my problems just went away
after i murked the last ******, i went back into my home and went to my room
i had my first good sleep in years and i woke up the next day
i was a happy person, i guess my pain was healed after giving all them faggots bullet wounds.