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Waste of space
written by Genocide Reaper05:16 AM 11/17/04| Inside of a prison cell you waste away. Inside of this world you decay. walls, and floors made of lies, propaganda is the only thing you know. You listen to what you hear. Not whats real. They fill you full of shit. And put you out to yell. You are a tool. And I want you to die. Fool. Just like a fucking catacomb filled with cacoons of clones. The world you live in is filled with mindless drones, and you are a part of it. Only a select few starve the Beast of deciet, you failed. Now pay as you rot in a self constructed jail. holding the bars of your cage, like a fucking manipulated monkey, you can't think for yourself, just think about what you hear. You don't even know the reason why we are here. You hide from the truth that is so clear. Just so you can continue to suffer, just for the self inflicted torutre. You want to moan and bitch, if you didn't you would make up excuses to do so. All you do is talk shit of which you do not know. Cowardly fools that need to be lined up and shot by the strong, for you are the weak. The ones that gave in. Knelt down. Gave up. |
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Like I said. I'm on a roll.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-17-2004 - 03:39 PM)
| Roll, roll, baby, it makes me strong. |
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