Word homie.
Peace and Love.


Pleasure over painHate and pain sell every day So hip and in you’ll beg to pay Suicide, cuts and burns, Lonely hearts making deeper wounds Savage bastards who think they rule Twisted logic drips and pools. Teaching us to blame and kill Another group who fit the bill And if that offer gets passed by Then hurt yourself, cut and cry Bleed the pain from in your soul Hide down deeper in your hole.Pleasure over pain
But why not give peace a chance
And love and song, a merry dance? Why not stroke where once you cut A pleasure feast will cure your rut I’m not trying to dismiss your p
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In times of darkness, humour shall light the way!
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