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Merit
written by Trapezium06:14 PM 11/24/04| I fight for the merit, six thousand bodies killed. To do a man's job, you've got to be strong willed. Can't leave a child, to win a man's fight. Only the damned man can do it right. You've gotta do everything to stand your ground. Lose your guard for a minute, and you'll get shot down. What starts off as a fight for freedom, soon turns into a fight for no reason. I find myself struggling with the battle at hand. I've got to get through this, to prove I'm a man. Fuck your discerning appearance, it wont stop this clampdown clearance. Burn the crucifix and spread the ashes. Lies against evil, it all fucking clashes. Listen to the music of mortar fire and blazing guns. Learn that I am the number one. Never forgive a backstabber, it's in the rules of the game. Win or live your life in shame. Shoot whoever fucks with you, tripmine, gatling, anything'll do. Just make sure you win, you haven't got a chance. Not when you're fighting my valance. So cry for help, it's your only choice. Make sure you run when I make some noise. I'll kill all that are left behind, I know you homicidal bastards wont mind. Fuck everyone, fight for yourself. Who's going to fight for you? No one else. Try to make your way to the top ranks, only to get shot down by my tanks. You wont win this battle I created. I'll fight everyone that I've once hated. It's a win-win situation for me, hell I'm not leaving this monarchy. So think it through with tactics, I'm fed up with your pseudo-statistics. When you hear my cry you better run and hide, 'cause that's when you know you've died. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by FeeFee (11-24-2004 - 08:34 PM)
| I think this is a wicked poem, and any one who doesnt comment is gay |
by FeeFee (11-24-2004 - 08:35 PM)
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