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[aid] => mick
[title] => It's All About the Little Things!
[time] => 2007-03-12 00:55:29
[hometext] => Evil walks a tight rope, ignorance is it's net
[bodytext] => The radioactive rays pour in through my bar windows at night, And all my hidden electronic gems glisten and light. My prison is made into a toxicity show. The guards come to watch as my digits explode. One tells the other, “It’s quite the sight”, and he’s never seen it before, The other nods and says he comes by every night around four. The two watch me sleep in a poisonous bed, With thoughts circling round my bio infected head It’s all about the little things! Like how a register rings, How we murder kings, And market sufferings, How a brass knuckle flings, Like how you tear a fly’s wings, And you watch it crawl on the ground, And how now it don’t make a sound. A God fearing man makes love with a child that I know, He’s trying to persuade him before his little mind grows. The sanctuary just keeps on teaching till he is exposed And the boy becomes a camera target, a symbol and posed. People would smile at his sermons, the preaches he’d make, On saving our souls while his was free for the take. If you cross out the negative and you make your mistakes, People will often forgive you for your own good will’s sake. Singing it’s about the little things! Like how a register rings How we murder kings And market sufferings How a brass knuckle flings Like how you tear a fly’s wings And you watch it crawl on the ground And how now it don’t make a sound I surf on melting ice caps and I ride on the waves, Till I reach the sunshine state and sleep in the chopped everglades, Then I jump up on a gray cloud and come down on the acid rain Into the flows of the water in third world countries we label insane, Where I give them my bullets and teach them to shoot straight, So one day we can friendly duel by the oppositions of hate, Where I’ll take my combat boots and kick them square in the jaw, By the concepts of constitution and my Uncle Sam law. Where it’s written It’s all about the little things! Like how a register rings How we murder kings And market sufferings How a brass knuckle flings Like how you tear a fly’s wings And you watch it crawl on the ground And how now it don’t make a sound [comments] => 5 [counter] => 321 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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