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Don't press me
written by Genocide Reaper03:23 PM 3/17/05Try to press me into a certain cliche.
Understand, that which you assume has nothing to do with me.
Feel my anger.
And feel my calm.
Feel me now.
As I rest upon this cross.
Deep within my palms were the spikes of spite.
Iv torn free leaving a giant scar.
Into the night I went.
Seeking salvation of severity, and was found by deaths arms.
Guiding me in my quest to quench my thirst.
In my enemies blood he did help me feast.
That which I hold dear to me is unseen.
Never let the demons know what you believe.
The only way to defeat the beast.
Its inside.
The inner strength.
Use the inner hate.
All that which you despise, and all painful.
That which is molded in the fires of rage is his demise.
Forge the substances the emotions into the weapon.
Slay the demons.
You have the reasons.
Read your soul.
And I have.
Now you see who's in control.
Taste the blade as it creates the gushing hole.
Piercing the heart of your precedent.
Unto my God, never will I be indecent.
You will learn why your words make me violent.
It is you that I will forever make silent.
Like my enemies of the past.
Your life to shall burn out fast.
Into the torment that is vast.
Falling down deeper into the catacombs of dread.
Laying cold, blue, bloody and dead. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Dianesjewels (3-17-2005 - 03:28 PM)
| Excellent! A beautiful example of good free-form poetry. |
by Ephemeral-Euphoria (3-17-2005 - 03:29 PM)
by AngelWildcat (3-17-2005 - 03:39 PM)
| This was such a great poem! It flowed very well. |
by cryptic_misery (3-17-2005 - 04:36 PM)
| Beautiful, another wonderful masterpiece by the great and lovely genocide reaper :) |
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