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Wilt In Charades, Unknown
written by maledeth09:43 AM 9/18/04Wilting in the heart of the pretentious, deeply coveted by the hands of the ordinary.
Waste of shallow minds, that dream of the dead just to be categorized by means of torture, unnecessary.
Charades, these are. And they wilt in games of homely deceit.
But they can never open their widened eyes nor mouth and speak defeat.
Do not conjure your soul to bleed!
Do not beg your only failure to be,
A loop-hole to self-murder.
Simple flaw of step, mistakes are ignorant,
Make it inept. Don't be the dissident.
Know thy hate, don't hate thy unknown!
Exert this said, as you wilt in charades, alone.
Be you, unto you, only you. Not the hypocrite.
"Better to be hated for who you are, than loved for who you're not"-Phlogiston Verdigris |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Short word for those who plea death to the little problems, easily fixed in life. To all bright-light religions, god bless. To the oppos-ed dark, Ave Satanas, To the heathens, claim your own.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by freakroses (9-18-2004 - 05:51 PM)
| you know maledeth all your poems are so ....perfect, are you a goth? |
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