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The best part of life
written by Genocide Reaper04:22 PM 11/10/04| Down the drain, gos the show, no more will this grip take its toll. Loosen yourself from the Catatonic daze. Random blasphemy is all around. A crown is buried deep in the blood stained ground, the souls which were sold are restrained. So cold the zombiefied zealots, gold is the price for their chewed up souls. Time to play, lay down your hand or fold. Frowm as you drown in the sea of apathy, can't take it anymore, can't seem to be real as you fall and bleed on the floor. Born into the grave, or born to be a slave. Whats left to be if you aren't free and die? The best part of life is death. The best part of life is sex. The best of part of life is takeing a breath. The best part of life is rest. The best part of life is sex. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (11-10-2004 - 04:33 PM)
| This is, pure amazing. Well done. It's just amazing. |
by dacode05 (11-11-2004 - 08:15 AM)
| How so very alike are our beliefs...
The way you express yourself in words comes so smoothly...but then again it flows inside your head the same. You are a true poet. |
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