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Modern day youth
written by Genocide Reaper04:17 PM 11/12/04| A kid who lost it all, turned to his mom and asked why, she said blame God, from the start he was fucked in the head, now he's on a path to end up dead. the kid, learns quickly, that Christians are sheep, and all forms of religion are a waste and so he turns to a life of hate, he claims his mom to be a worthless whore, just as he dips into the sin of fornication, he loves his hate, he turns to his drugs. This kid, uses the needle, this kid, is feeble, frail little boy. So pathetic, now a social toy. Point and mocketh his name. Make him taste the bitter disgrace. On my way down the street, as I see him lyeing in a gutter, if I had the time, I'd piss on his head, as he laid there and cried. He fucked himself, just like so many of you. Now I smile, and laugh at you. The kid thought he had it all, little foot ball player, had his cheer leader woman, punk has, picked on the smart kids all through school. Tendon snapped, never to play again. Turns to his Father, which declares him a 'Disgrace!' A parent that has pushed his son into barely being able to walk, his girlfriend leaves him, without his legs, and scolorship, he can't make any money. Oh, he should have saw the gold digging slut for what she was, but, he was too full of himself, now laying in bed, draining his prescription filled bottle. Pain pills, and tears beset his bed, as he slowly slips into an over dose of death. Meet little miss cheer leader, had it all. Until she found out she was the product of her Dad rapeing her Mom. Too bad her Father was also her uncle. She always loved to point and laugh at those different kids in the hall that passed. Saying, things such. "What freaks, faggots, stupid." Fate is a funny thing. Fate brings the hate.. Little miss cheerleader found her self a product of suicide later that night, slitting her wrist in a tub that was Hot. She didn't have anymore friends, they screamed incestious freak with every breath she took, she became a mockery, she was even ridiculed by those freaks she so loved to talk the Jocks into pounding on. Now she's a dead body pounded into Hell.. Sorry, God doesn't except such crueltys. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Its beautiful... Sweet vengence. Me, personally, never had a problem with Jocks.. Iv just witnessed it. I wasn't seen dureing school, just on the weekends, the freak nobody fucked with. But then again, Iv got friends in high places.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by chaoticthoughts (11-12-2004 - 08:14 PM)
| ahh the tables have turned little miss cheerleader |
by chaoticthoughts (11-12-2004 - 08:15 PM)
| Once was pretty and accepted by all,
Now everyone laughs as you take your suicide fall. |
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