21 July 2012
You stomp on sacred graves, Taking more than you can bear. When you don't claim victory Your obscenities fill the air.
Your veiled eyes make it hard to see The damage you have done. You cheat your way to the top, Tell me, have you won?
I see you sport the black and white, The stripes of all your kind. I see the suit that covers you, Displays your twisted mind.
You rot inside your rusted cell, You sleep on ancient beds. Your body is being contorted In the jail inside your head.
Your weapon is your jagged mouth, Your ammo is your hate. You force the fallen, innocent youth To rise to the bait.
An amateur at give and take, You stop the world as it revolves. You are today's modern criminal, Now it's hard to find resolve.
Modern Criminal • Opuss № I