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The right thing. (what I want)
written by Genocide Reaper06:49 AM 9/10/04| My heart is black and cold, but that doesn't mean I don't care. I'm still here, and I'm looking down a path that has always looked clear. I hate hearing what I already knew from some one else especially some one I love. Though, if you really want to know. I'm really down, but I'm feeling better, with each things that are said, inside my head, the Love is dead, but waiting to be resurected by the Connection. I doubt I'll ever have what I want, its out of reach, way out in the sea of need, and hope. I can try to drag it in, I'll wait, and see what you say. Then I'll find out, if its too far away. All these things I say, all the times you suffer and stay. Just to settle this shit with me, and see if we can make the puzzle of love fit, we both knows, this isn't a game, and I feel no shame now, but if you turn it into a mind fuck, I might change. Now, if I have a Daughter, I'll look her in the eyes and tell her. Now Sweetheart, Daddy has made some mistakes, but for the most part, he tried to do things right, and mend what he could, so don't hate me for what I do, don't hate, just be you, I'll always try to keep you from the lie, and Hold you if you cry. I won't abuse her, and I would try to make sure I knew her, I would try to make her life better, and keep the bag things from her, until she was ready to understand, the Chaos of this world. Plead I would with her to keep her from getting angry to quickly, to try and sit back, and watch the picture clearly, and teach her about its change, and try and keep her from that Fucking Dreads hand, to make sure, she doesn't get caught in the storm of Sand, and to take a firm stand against those who would see her in harms way, so no matter in my past what I did or said, remember, Daddy would always keep you from ending up dead, the best he could. Thats what I would say. What I want, is a chance to try and make things right, for a Child that would become a little wild, but not to be defiled by the vile like me. Protect her from the Wicked Nector, and make sure she would stay close to Our Great Creator. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Part of the Chronicles "I decided to explain this to you. Stop and think for a minute visualize.. This. Every woman you've ever met is a Whore, maybe not until after you were done with them or maybe before.. All in all its the same. Psychologically they say if a Female doesn't have a good Father, then that is why. And to try and perfect Father Hood, and keep something pure, and raise it right so it isn't a waste, a whore, something like a Cold or Sickness that gets passed around to everyone.. That would be an Achievment. Don't you think? To do something so many have failed to do. That you've wittnessed."
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