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I love sandy. For you!
written by Genocide Reaper11:08 PM 11/8/04Hey there Lover girl. I just stopped by to see how you were doing. Yes he is mean to you, so naughty to. He can't help but hurt you. Poor little kid. What are you gonna do? Pretend to die again? begone. Can't you hear them calling for your death and dissapearance? So cruel to the innocent ear, tear out your heart, the climatic stress. You're so sad. I'm too bad. Your attitude is a little girls fad. You are nothing and no more. The single one who should be catatonic. Go home, return when the time says Never. Hard to believe why your poems and shit got my attention, starve yourself and faith, its a fucked up cult made to horrify. Let this skill create itself, you can't seem to grasp the concept. You love him, sure you do. I love you to. In a special way. Is wanting to boot your ass out the door a good way? Can I, bury you in sand and suffocate you when we play? Now slave I'm the master, bow down and praise the poetic infector. Heres the factor, he doesn't care, your poems.. we all stare, I'm sure morbids puked a few times, me Iv sighed and salted the wound, I can't stand to see anything you say or do anymore. Its like you stopped trying way back when. And anyone that ridicules Kahno is confused, and loco. I don't think they see your possesive side. Now if this hurts you, or breaks your heart, pretend it isn't real. I'm not real, don't believe I'm real, just stay in that state of denial, your only way to retaliate against the pain. You can't endure, you can't function......This next litle bit is special for you....
If you try, what will you do? What will you lose? You've nothing to lose, nothing to fear and everything to fucking gain by releaseing your puppy live grip and moving on! I'll fight for Kahno, I'll back him up, likes he my bro. What can I say? Nothing really, I'm running out of reasons to continue this way. My love for words are like a carefully clutched flower given to me by an angel of pure sexual pleasure. I'm the bitter diabolic psychotic. I won't let him give in or give up, its time for you to drop out of the race, time for you to hold your crying face, and collapse. I won't leave him Abandoned. I'm the Rise of the Critics! Miniscule comes with the territory, get use to it, or go home. Now repeat it again we won't LIE! We'll tell you how we feel, whether you fucking like it or not! stop wasteing my time Or i'll keep going! My throne will never leave me! you can't stop me, I won't let you start over throwing me with useless jibber, gunk in the drain, time to use some draino on the problem of Kahno! I don't know how I always get involved but now i'm closed in tight, and I'm going to start a merciless fight! time ups this is the night, you get your ass handed to you. Its so sad, Its real bad, you little girls and your fucking obsessive fad. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
U2u me about me hateing your poems...Well, if you actually wrote POEMS! I might not say anything mean. God damn you. You're starting to grate my fucking nerves Iv got enough shit to deal besides your useless words. Only thing I have left to say is. Poor Kahno.
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