Cute Satan
Authority loses all control
They fall from Sex, Drugs, and Rock and roll
We no longer need a pass
Authority can kiss my ass.
We've been born to dominate
There is no one to set it straight
inncocence wrecks the world tonight
We are your breed of antichrist.
Innocent inside your eyes
possessed and haunted by our fake cries
Trust in our demonic lies
and let us wreck the world tonight.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I am my weapon. | 1 | 04/10/2012 |
| The Chosen One (Master And Slave IV) | 0 | 10/05/2011 |
| King Two Tailed Tommy (Master And Slave III) | 0 | 10/05/2011 |
| The Great Race (Master And Slave II) | 0 | 10/04/2011 |
| The Egg (Master And Slave) | 0 | 10/04/2011 |
| Cute Satan | 0 | 03/06/2011 |
| Mr. Tree | 1 | 11/26/2010 |
| my friend Espejo | 1 | 09/24/2010 |
| Black Road To Heaven | 1 | 09/06/2010 |
| why sober? | 2 | 06/05/2010 |
| The Devil Hides in Flowers | 6 | 04/21/2010 |
| St hatred | 1 | 09/13/2009 |
| My Jeans Mutha Trucka | 2 | 07/27/2009 |
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