Scorin' at the Hash Bash
Us Survivors
Under Development
Virtual Love Affairs
Symptom Factor
Your Junk
Broken Spoke
Symptom of Decay
Appocalypse Avenue
Echoe Box
Third Wing
Untitled
There Must Have Been
Shadow Wars
I'm Dead
Blowout
Last Summer
Another Chalk Up
Undercover
A Breath for the Year
Blue Eyes
All the Hate
Cratered
Virtigo
About Love
A Different Kind of Kiss

The Goblins of Trois:
A Prose Piece that
Appears in the 98 Book

All the Hate

(That Can Fit in a Flaming Paper Bag Shit Bomb)

Rage kill rage kill rage kill
I need it
Bury hate bury hate bury hate
Bleed it
Reverberate reverberate
Reverberate

The sound of hate and the sound of death
The feel of a hateful word on my breath
The taste of a hateful deed done to me
The smell of a hateful rage no one can see

No one can see (the hate)
No one has eyes for it
They look right past (the hate)
No one gives a shit

But the people who talk about it on TV
And the people who feel the hate in the city
Put all the hate in a flaming paper bag shit bomb
Put it on my porch, light it up, then you're gone

Wasting time and energy on all this hate
You'll be the shit bomb - karma stomps you out
FATE

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