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The battered man beating your soul
written by Genocide Reaper04:09 AM 11/13/04| I'm beaten battered and bruised, this life has taken its toll, theres not much left to use. Just my own self destructive nature. How can you kill a man thats already dead! how can you erase the memory of me rapeing your faith from your head! how will you abuse what is already fused into your soul! there is no control, there is no hope you can't kill me I will not die. You can't stop me! run and hide! Follow me to Hell, and I'll show you a hollow place where Wicked Nature dwells. so many labels and paths, you choose, lest thee let some one choose for thee! then thee be a fool falling before they heard the call! I hear them scream I am corrupt and wrong, even dubbed evil intensity, I just explain the world for what it is. Pure insanity! Death storms into the dark room as you take your final breath, make your final stand, kiss this life goodbye, you went out on a painful high. Wrist slit, body bent, life spent, you are nothing now, just a product of teenage decent! I am the battered man beating your soul, the one who has placed your lifeless body into a self dug hole! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by chaoticthoughts (11-13-2004 - 04:11 AM)
by xSadisticPhsyc0x (11-13-2004 - 05:17 AM)
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