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They say
written by Genocide Reaper12:01 AM 8/11/04| They say my poetry isn't art, they say I should take a running start and Jump off of a Cliff, catch a whiff of Cyonide, then suck it down. I'm perverted, and I don't make a sound, as I slither back into my Crawl space of a Corridor, I wait for them to walk past, and get into that Gray matter mass. Its simple, corruptible, and slowly making its own demise.. They say I'm rambling, and running my mouth about shit I don't know, they say Politics isn't my best choice for Debate, and they say my Religion is just a Fad.. They think I'm a Freak and I'm weak. They're fucking longing to find something, and I'm longing for them to Find Hell.. They say my Brain doesn't make me think, they say I don't know how to think. I guess my free thought is better off, free with the rights of Insanity then free my Conforming, inside of the conformation I have concluded I see their choices inflicted by an Idol.. I made my mistakes through self chosen fallen. I may fuck up.. I may be psycho, but that doesn't make me anyless of a Living Breathing. Disaster, so remember this..The Test Subject runs the experiments.. I fight for my Kind and its unconditonal, you can't stop me, I'm the Unconventional. I am the Bleeding Martyr of a Dark faith. I won't be the next headline statistic. I won't let them win over the Deity above. I won't give up my War, I won't let them win. I'll fight to the Bitter Death, to the Very end.. Just remember forever, until you die.. You can't take my Soul from me. You can't take control of Me. You can't have the Hole I'm in. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-11-2004 - 01:25 AM)
| very powerful...i felt it through and through... |
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