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The Venereal Truth
written by maledeth05:33 PM 12/10/04Mouths sown, Hands taped.
It's all routine...can't you agree?
Legs wounded, cunts raped.
Favorable incision that commits catastrophe.
Reckless mind and the eyes.
No one sees the reason why.
As you have proved nothing to man.
Never dealt with your own hands.
What a scene, so obscene.
Why not attempt to come between,
The pleasure of the blood I shed?
Beautiful or ugly, it's all the same once you're dead.
Fat or fucking skinny....all the same once you're dead.
It's all the same once you're dead!
Judge me now! As you've judge before.
Open doors, your eyes seep truth...and it remains...
It's all the same once you're fucking dead!
(Judge us now...)
Just like you....I want to be....
A bloated corpse...liberally freed. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Truth hurts, doesn't it? I wrote this piece 8-23-03...Once before, I asked for understanding...And this is truth, right? Nothing matters after death? All the misjudgement and bullshit we have to deal with.....all null when we all die...If you know what I mean...leave a word.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by devilchild01 (12-10-2004 - 05:42 PM)
| nothing matters when your dead
once dead your dead you dont know what is happening after you pasted over. *hugs* like your stuffies lots |
by blood_fang (12-10-2004 - 06:05 PM)
| itz true nothing matters when u die but living ppl matter more than dead corpses with worms wriggling in their eye sockets that act as flower fertilyzer |
by maledeth (12-10-2004 - 06:14 PM)
| Well, I'm not here to make contrast with life and non-life. I'm speaking out as individualism...When I die, I won't matter, nor will you. All the things that were said..gone..judgements, gone. Everything...gone! What I'm saying is...in death, we are nothing...If I believed that vivacity and demise were all too close, I wouldn't be in here, writing poems....becuase I WOULD believe that was no good, now wouldn't I? In death...we are all the same...that's what I mean....Not, in death is better than living life. Corrected yet? |
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