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Speech to the weak
written by Genocide Reaper04:13 AM 10/22/04| 1...2...3...4...Before I get to the rateings, let me say, its my way this time or the highway you little bitch. Death isn't something funny, murder is just a monoply, we all love the mystery of the afterlife, some of us just ignore the sight, We should all be thankful that we are sucessful in our way of life, peace doesn't sell, war comes to town, now thats when they die, yes the clowns. You can praise, and suffer for him all you want, that Jesus you love so much might not be there in the afterlife, now kiss your ass goodbye because some day you will die. Its just a factor waiting to happen. Heres the trick, God is twisted. I'm stuck on this religous rant for a reason, you never should have mocked my Faith, or made that ignorant assumption. Moron, now I miniscule you. Now I ridicule your life, Now I make your attempts to down me a mockery, you stuid litte cunt, heres my point its blunt. I can't stand you, you sicken me, I won't love you, for anything in me, I would love to set your soul free, on a cold night, in the dark, I'd love to slit your throat and watch you writhe, then slowly die. Then with a crown of thorns placed ontop of your lifeless body I would say goodbye. Bitch. How does it feel? Do you think Evil is real? Do you think I'm evil? Am I a product of the Devil in your brainwashed eyes? Do you still want to believe that lie? I'm not evil, I'm nature, pure and simple, heres an example. Animals kill, animals fight, animals are violent and we are Animals that mimick God through createing worthless shit. When in truth everything was already here, we just took it and reshaped it, fucked it up, made it worse, like humans do. This is true. Get a clue, you little fucking whiney baby. Wanna be moral stage show, war sells. Peace dies, Adore death, hold your breath. Lifes a bitch, so fuck it like a whore. Murder is an itch, scratch it with a claymore. Decapitate your enemy, his blood spilling freely upon the muddy ground, dissmiss the abhorent lies they sold you, time to realize how cold you are. Time to restart the program, time to reformat your mind, wake up, life is Hard, life is work, Life is survival of the fitest, life is great, life is hate, life is pain, love is lost, lust is gain. Pride you will need, timeing is crucial, people are ruthless, faithless fools amongst the mass, just like you sheep, they think they are better than everyone else. You both think only you are accepted for your works and your leaders, the first idiots that came up with a reason. A reason to lie, a reason to steal, a reason to say that they can feel. What compells atheist to claim to be Gods? What makes you Christians think you are Divine? How dare you spit in my face, now, this is payback idiots, call me vengence in the flesh. Lifes not a race to the top, take it slow, before you end up rushing into Hell faster than they can call your name. Go out, seek the right, go out, find out why they call good deeds the light, wondering why they condem the night and its creatures, You sicken me, still you make me hate every bone in your body, the way you try and look down on me. Act better, go right ahead, why should I even give a thought to you. I won't anymore, because you are worthless forever more, rotting, all the way to the core, breathing trash, living a lame forsaken life, you prison yourself, trap yourself in that one track mind. Hide away in the darkening cry for help. Deep down inside, you are scared, deep down inside you want to know why. But on the outside you lie. "its not me, I don't need anything" Keep it up, Deny, Deny. Insignificent idiot caught up in the circle of life, this is why Ignorant people shouldn't be allowed to breed, this is why blind men shouldn't be allowed to breathe. Base everything on feel and touch, or some one elses finger and book. The ones who can't really feel whats around, whats inside, and whats going on through out the end of time. The test is set, if you fail, you fail yourself. Because in the end, you were all you ever had to wake up and do your best. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Yeah I know, seems like I got writers block, little idiot has got me hung up on expressing what I think. It'll pass. I can still dish out some great morbid work on the side.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by chocoholic22 (10-22-2004 - 04:38 AM)
| it took a damn long time to read it enough times to get the whole thing, but it was fuckin worth it! you got the right idea... |
by NiteStalker (10-22-2004 - 06:49 AM)
| you write almost like me my man... Not much I can say... Laters... and thanks for the comment... |
by xSadisticPhsyc0x (10-23-2004 - 02:37 AM)
| o0o I like this one!..Ur so talented u gotta fuckin hear that non stop but yea..annnyway do u just think of this? like does it just come to ur head and u write it down? cuz wow thats fuckin amazing, u inspire me! |
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