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Monolith of misery
written by Genocide Reaper06:50 PM 12/3/04| A construction of pain and agony, a momolith of misery. The feeling that surfaces from memory. Can you hear me take my last breath, as I make a sucidal death a heroic act. I feel like I'm falling. I'm ready to save now. I'm hopelessly brave now. Here I go God. I'm going to burn the fraud and save the lot. Can you feel the speed of the wind bending the reasons, and I'm deep in this shit, its too late, time to use all of my hate, to fight for these lost and scared children, this is how I will retaliate. I will use this Monolith of misery as an escape from agony. Iv got my sword sharp I'm ready to play. I will make this legend stay. I'm surfaceing, taking my last breath, As I make this suicidal death a heroic act. Its a fact. They needed some one to help. Now isn't the time for me to hold back and let them fade! Can you see me falling, now. I can hear the Voice calling. Here I come demons, brawling, I will see it out, even if its crawling. Just doing my part stalling. Until they can make it out. Because I never could do a single fucking thing right. So tonight. Its alright. I'm about to make it out.. Not alive. The best way to die is. In a Monolith of Misery. To die, for some one else, is a valient act, they say it is never paid, they say I might aswell be locked in the mental ward for having faith in the After life. Well let me help to prove I'm right, I'll use the knife, and show you a new world. A new way. Even if It causes me to die today. I can feel the pain deep inside of my lungs. I might aswell go away, and bury this blade real deep. You just don't know. Its like a Cancer, it seems to be the only answer. My apology for my broken promises. This is what I really meant to do. The way I really meant to slip away. In a monolith of Misery. To take my last breath, turn this into a Heroic death. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (12-3-2004 - 07:00 PM)
| Ty, you don't have to prove anything. No need to prove the afterlife exists. Die fighting, fuck valour of a self indigious suicide. Bring on the valour of slaughtering millions, being hated by all and spitting in their face. |
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