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Rejects
written by Genocide Reaper12:41 AM 11/10/04| A mass of rejects, some one unearthly must have pushed the button marked eject, how I can't stand to see others faces when they are a wreck. Hope is lost, and love is dead, defiance should be pride. Against the dismal future they hand out like religious pamplets. Molding people like plastic soldiers, pushing the eject button, takeing the clone out of the life runner, placeing another drone in file, kept in check, made sure they are inept in all aspects. (and they wonder why we rebel.) A mass of outlaws and rebels, starting a revolution, as they cast another plastic soldier, breeding us like roaches so they have a target for the bullets and finger pointing. The marked for ridicule and question. (And they ask why we dare defy their ways. And they wonder why we can't seem to stay in line.) They don't care, we know they don't, so unto their structured brainwash program conform we won't. A mass of misfits in the middle of manipulation, they are the virus! they are the infection! they are the problem! they are in the way! Pessimistic parasites! |
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We're the freaks, the outcast the rejects.. Fuck the Styles, fuck the fads. Fuck the fashion. Fuck the people who look to change us.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by psychopathicmonkey (11-10-2004 - 01:03 AM)
| awesome poem!
couldn't agree w/ u more |
by dacode05 (11-11-2004 - 10:28 AM)
| as i go thru ur list poem after poem (as i most nightly do so that sooner or lately ive drank in more and more of the soul of u)...stronger comes the same thought u have commented on...why does it seem like i know you too? |
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