Old Poems., I dug them up the other day. Options

[verlorenrivets]

Apparently my old poems have potential to be hardcore songs according to the people I surround myself with. What do you think?

Guilty Conscience for your Glory
Too bad your generation came here,
much too late to save anything and a paycheck short.
The corruption seeped so deep into this soil
that you have no chance to fight.
We were born shortchanged and rancid.
Your generation can't even see the heads.
They are above you in every way and inside.
Controlling your mind and siphoning your greed,
your lust for progress is theirs to exploit.
Fighting blind and sharp as stone.
Your blood is theirs to spill as they please.
Peering down their filthy noses they smile,
And they drink fine wine while you're kneeling,
Bleeding on the sidewalks and streets.
Pick up your knife and try again.
You die and are replaced by another,
from the same generation, bleeding as you were.
When you fall, who the f**k will care
When you're father's greed has condemned you?

A guilty conscience for your glory,
You'll all f**king sleep tonight.
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At This Point
Confide in you to have you stab me in the face.
I let you go.
f**k your politics and f**k your plans for me.
I'm leaving too.
Anything you wanted, any faith I had
f**king shattered.
Fell apart with the repitition of my defeats.
Backhand yourself.

So f**king smart so why can't you just understand
Take heed
That you're throwing me that match to set the bridge aflame?
Turn down
You say "I'll never really get it," and you believe
Tune out
In all the lies that stagnate in this f**king scene.
Give up

Go live your life somewhere else and leave me be.
So help me
I always let you down so maybe you can see
My heart and
how little I care about who you are and what you do.
Come on
What the bloody f**k is wrong with you?

Don't bleed on my f**king floor. It's not like you'll be able to clean up after yourself.
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And finally, a haiku:

Pull it from my hand.
The blood stains on rosaries
Smell like sandalwood.
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Any thoughts?

[verlorenrivets]

Ouch. That's harsh.