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» Poem: If I die. Remember this.
If I die. Remember this.
written by Genocide Reaper
07:48 PM 10/22/04
Beckon to the monsters below, pirate the feeling of bravery. Reckoning has come, I'm not anything special, I'm not that great, but I do have some hate, now let me do you a favor, let take all that money, leave some whore in a hotel room bloody. Coming in for the kill. I'm on my way out the door, I want more. Set the alarm, the bomb explodes, suicide of sentinals across the world. I'm cutting these wounds deep and over my chest, carving a symbol of war, as I head for the battle field I won't be another, forgotten suicide, I'll be a man who fought for a reason and died. I'm not going to let this go, until you all know, when I'm gone my body will be gone, but this one, will still stand tall, alive, and well, some where, anywhere, just not here in the flesh. Leave some blood to be carried, and my name through another Man, let him be proud of what I died for, let him stand firm in his faith, let him preach wrath of rage when his enemies light his torch. I'm guessing, that I could have did a better job with all these things Iv done, I'm taking haste as I run into the world of the unknown, I'll have to stand ready, and be prepared, for if not, then in hell I'll be quicker then you can say. War. If I die, I hope my name will be carried, I hope I'll live forever, in the memory of my Brothers, I pray that God is waiting on his warriors return, He will help me up. The helping hand, the way to rise from the Grave. Not into slavery. But into Bravery. Crowd around to see, the legend that was me. At the cemetary, you'll see, I was addicted to chaotic society. Addicted to my feelings, addicted to them even when I was numb, and even as I called many cowards dumb. So raise your thumb, as they place me into the ground. My body is gone, but this one is still around. Just not here in the flesh, but in a Couragious blood line. No time to lie, no time to say goodbye, this is it. Take care, stay aware, no my wretched soul will always watch over ye. This was my destiny. This should be in my obituary. If I die. This is how I won't to be remembered.


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Heres the other one, the one I said didn't make the cut.

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