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- [ Rage! ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "RAGE!"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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- "Copkiller! Better you than me!"
- (Body Count)
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- "I must keep my head going. Otherwise, I might become mad. Maybe, I am
- already mad, but I do not feel so. It is other people who have judged me
- as insane and crazed.
- - Blue berries and green hills... hum hum...
- To keep on singing to yourself is the best way of staying sane. My voice
- keeps the dark demons away from my head. Keep on singing, keep on singing.
- The white walls are coming towards me. They will try to crush me and send
- my dead body to hell.
- I had a fine job, I had a lovely wife. I believed that everything was
- not so bad after all.
- - Get lost!
- No! The words echoes through my mind all the time. Get lost!. Get
- lost, get lost, get lost... fuck it! Fuck him! Fuck that sterile prick
- that ruined my life with two words. Get lost!. I hate him. I suddenly
- hate the whole world around me. I hate sitting in this cold prison, with
- no contact with the outside world. The outside world. I hate the outside
- world. But I may have a chance to recover, to start clean, if I just
- got out of here.
- I will never get out of here. I am trapped in this cage forever. Two
- hundred and five years to be exact. That is forever. I guess that when I
- am dead, I will not be set free. The trap will haunt me in my grave.
- I was drunk that night. Well, not actually drunk... I was - happy. We
- were all happy when we got to that bar and had a few beers. It was me, my
- wife and my grown-up son. We talked for hours before we left and that
- police car almost drove over me. The tires screeched when the car stopped
- and I jumped aside. Two police men jumped out with their night sticks
- ready to strike.
- - What are you doing? I asked. You almost killed me!
- - Get lost!
- To serve and protect. To serve and protect who? Me! All of us! I was
- no criminal - no real criminal who runs around with black round bombs and
- spread terror and fear. I am, I AM, a normal citizen! Serve and protect
- me. If that is too much to ask for, then at least show a little respect
- for me!
- Rage. It runs from your feet to your head. Your whole body screams in
- mental pain. You reach out to touch the pain, but you cannot get it. It
- is not in your body, it is somewhere else...
- - Get lost!
- Why should I? Who gives him the right to tell me what to do? He is
- supposed to his job, to SERVE AND PROTECT ME, and leave me alone! He has
- got the power, he has got the gun. His gun increases the size of his dick
- but not the intelligence. He has got the gun. He can do whatever he want.
- He can do whatever he want to do! To me!
- Me! I have not done anything!
- - Get lost!
- I do not remember what I said to him. I screamed in anger (rage) what I
- thought of him. He was a police man, a symbol. He was a symbol for the
- law. The law, that was supposed to serve and protect me. I trusted him.
- He crushed my belief. He was not a friendly guy in blue clothes that
- wanted to help me. He was like everybody else, blind because of his power.
- He had fire power, he had the gun.
- I also had a gun. To protect me from those who this police man was
- supposed to protect me from. Words did not help me. He just stared at me
- and said that magic words again. Get lost. If he did not listen to me and
- understood what I said, what was I supposed to do? Carry my rage all my
- life? No! No way!
- I did what I had to do. I had to show him that he had not got the power.
- He had the law on his side, but I had my own personal freedom. He violated
- it. He thought he was better than me.
- He was not. He screamed loud, like everybody else do when they are about
- to die.
- Two hundred and five years."
-
- This small story was written in anger because of the fanatic police. By
- some strange reason, I always believed that rude cops were rare where I
- lived. Of course, I was wrong. A couple of days ago, when a police car
- drove up beside me and two officers jumped out, I simply asked them (in a
- friendly manner) what they were doing here. They told me to get lost.
- After a while, one of them however explained to me that they were here to
- examine if there had been someone that played music too loud. Then they
- told me to get lost again. I did not - I waited until they had disappeared
- before I left. They had not got any right to tell me what to do, since I
- had not done anything wrong. But they tried anyway, just to show off their
- false authority.
- Nowadays, if I see a cop through my gun sight, I will pull the trigger.
- Some day, they must learn that they are meant to serve me - not insult me.
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