Monday, October 10, 2011

Exams are gay

The water drips at a steady rate
Right on time with the clock's second hand ticking
Time is of the essence, if we don't move quickly
There will be no going back
Freedom will never be tasted as it escapes our lips
Cheers to the demise of our filthy race
It will not survive as we have gone past expiration
Time to run humanity's hope into the ground
Crush their dreams and have them submit
All that was established will rot away
Ideals and beliefs shattered before them
The very core of our existence will mean nothing
Return to the soil where we born
Back to the stardust of our origins

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