A steady flow of bane runs through my blood and infection boiling seething 

causing a stench to my thoughts those around me mindless spineless weak fear 

ridden worthy of a fir of anger never seen before their thoughts should be 

destroyed fire consuming burning the flesh cleansing this world of its 

inequality the sense and value lost trodden upon tear tear tear I will no 

hold back anymore I will not fall victim to a system that holds down the 

truth a fine oiled machine which deserves to rust and die all to often I 

wake and realize my efforts are in vain nothing changes people follow the 

followers to the grave I want to tear my heart out and shove it down their 

backbiting throats and let them taste honor let it run through their veins 

like acid burning a mark of who I really am someday they will wake someday 

they will see and someday they will understand.