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Shoot Your Honour
my mind tortures me
with thoughts of what might have been
and what might be to come
I can feel my mind
I used to love what they were
how they thought
and now I dread it when they come
cause I loathe the way they make me feel
I am filled
WITH AN ABSOLUTE SENSE OF OUTRAGE!
that you who have no knowlegde of me whatsoever
have the power to condemn me
because you cannot see the pain
there's no blood
there's no screaming
so you can't see
your honour.
if you saw,
you'd shoot
it
