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Broken test subject
written by Genocide Reaper12:18 AM 8/21/04| We're all gonna die, its fate, some times, someone lies. Everything you've ever said to me has turned out to be a bad memory. I don't think I can take it anymore, I don't want to try and tame this Beast before I die! Not one last time! We're all still tied, everything just got up and died. Some days are just worse than others. Life can suck, so go get a fuck, because in the end. We might be shit out of luck. Everything anyone has ever said to me is just a bad memory, more propaganda for the media to pull, strings. Puppets. I won't be part of the plauge. GOD DAMN Can't you just leave me to be this way? What did I do to deserve to be presumed part of the problem? I'm not a cog in the clock of Control, you are. Gear, I might just mold a wrench and throw it, so you better back it up. Or it'll be your jaw I crush. We're all gonna fly some day, after we're dead, from Earth to Heaven, or Heaven to Hell. What ever they say, its all part of the plan. So who can complain? We made out choices, now we'll live with them, we made our mistakes, now just give us a break. We fucked up some. So what. You did to. And all your finger pointing just sucks. Just like you. Shuffle the deck, so we can't snap the neck of Limelight, push ourselves back into the Midnight, staying away from your problems, and persausions, the entire fixture, of that entire Critisising picture you pose. Your media Machine, our bleeding veins. Welcome. Inside the Mind of a Mishap. The Broken Test Subject. I'm a Broken Test Subject mother fucker, now what are you gonna do? Grab the super adhesive glue? Try to open my eyes and show me whats true? You just don't have a clue. I'm keeping myself alive through my own fucked up memories, of everything everyone has ever done to me. Now you Want my soul to? Well..Thats mine, time to tell the Line. Lines and rows of cattle. I'll tow my own soul. I'll go my own way. I'll float down the river of life, if it leads me to death. Then just hold your breath. Listen. I'm a Broken test subject, nothing can change that, I tore the lab apart and made it easy for the Experiments to run the Process, this is our access. If we're evil, then your our creator, how does it feel? Sitting on the side of satan? Little fucking finger pointing, Ear ringing, liar, tongue using, sire. Fucking get out of the way. This is my Day. I'm the Broken test subject, it was my Life that was stolen. Take these words as a token. What do you need to see? You never cared, now throw in the grain of salt its all part of your mind warping plot.. God, Why Can't you just shut up and go away? Isn't it our way thats free? Now.. Put away the Cuffs, or cuff yourself. So we can beat the Entire fleet of bullshit into submission. Thats our Mission. I'm a Broken test subject but I still have my Family of Freaks, and I don't care if you think it is weak. because what you think doesn't matter. Doesn't matter anymore.. We're free. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Iv always considered myself this... Because of certain people.. And Broken test subject was my first title poem ever, I wrote it years ago. Its just be re-written many times.. The original copy was made in 99.. So its feelings that have sifted inside of me for Years.
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