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» Poem: Reality time to be real
Reality time to be real
written by Genocide Reaper
05:39 AM 11/1/04
*head bangs* If you want to know what it takes to kick some ass, just hold up fist and say fuck you all. Now we're all locked into a world that doesn't even cry, doesn't give a shit, a one that will see you die yet, don't hate the dirt, hate the people, the bitching, the tears, the whineing, the hypocrites, the insolent cunts that spread drama faster then they can spread their legs. How about how they endlessly beg? Could it be any worse than it is now? Homsexuals, taking the time to speak..Fucking faggots, when their all dead, except for the pussy sucking females.. I'll be relived.. Sick ass motherfuckers.. Yeah I'm one, I just know how to be obscene the right way, Opposites attract I'm fire, women are ice, I'll fuck, bleed, and melt the whores, one by one, but that doesn't mean it was worth the score, what do you have when its over? Blood stained sheets and cum stains on the comforter. Don't forget, how much you get laid on a weekly basis makes you a man, don't forget, how many people you kill in a war, makes you a man, don't forget, kicking ass, doing what you do best, makes you a man. Fuck what they say. Hear what I say. Don't go back to your pop condenced excuse for art. Yeah sure, let them write their own lyrics, then they might have a right to say shit. Mainstream sucks, it just makes me want to kill all the pop artist in a scream. Rage, it sent through my being to watch all the children they are leading. Sickening me to the very end, but hey, Sorry, I never pretend, quiters protest, quiters sugar coat, I'm a real man, I'll do what I have to do.. Just to get my fucking point across. Just because I can look into the minds of murders and criminals, doesn't mean I don't look into your local reverns, you know, the one who's secretly picking up hookers on a Late friday night, or the priest molesting some Faithful servants son. How sick can this world be you ask? How twisted am I? Not as twisted as these people. The undignified.. Religion should be a safe house, not a horror house, politics should be straight out, not around the corner and shout. Its time speak your mind. Don't go run off to some one bigger and hide, its time to reach deep inside, no more living a lie. Its time to do what people do best, band together and kick some ass.


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I was thinking about all kinds of shit.. Just time to wake up Motherfuckers.

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