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On my way to Heaven
written by Genocide Reaper12:40 AM 11/10/04| I'm on my way to Heaven, see me reaching for the bottle, I'm going to guzzle as my soul struggles, this Wild turkey is going to be the end of me, so no more time to pretend you own me. Watch the rattle snake coil and strike, burying you alive. Flirting with the Demoness of bitter progress. The blood which flows through my viens turns black, I'm on my way to Heaven as my internal war wages, all of these demons inside are rageing, times up no more phases. Whiskey in my guts burning the lime light, turning me upright and the cross upside down. The youth needs a hero, not another Christian test that comes back marked with zero. Who will save them, the alcoholic man with means? The psychotic soul theif? What am I to do when these children look upon me to help them? Hold out my hand with a blank face? Or turn my back with a smile? I'm on my way to the Haven in the black clouds I call it Heaven great spirit of virture in Warfare. Fight to the death, give your all until you take your last breath. The solution is simple, start a eternal revolution. Problems arise, and blocked roads are ahead, time to break the barracade and fight like you pure rage. Symbol of destination, appears over head when the trance of contradiction looms above. |
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*nods slowly*
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| » Comments / Feedback | by lilrocsychic (11-10-2004 - 01:05 AM)
| hmm... it's a good poem.. but tell me, what was on your mind when you were righting it?
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by lilrocsychic (11-10-2004 - 01:06 AM)
by Genocide Reaper (11-10-2004 - 03:05 PM)
| I was thinking about a lot of things. Like an Ex, my alcohol abuse, all the people that seem to flock to me and tell me sad stories. Plus, my own battle with the side that wants to turn away from the people that cry for help. |
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