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Love
written by Genocide Reaper10:29 PM 12/12/04| Love never paid my debt, love never helped me out. Love can burn, love can die, love can be forever learned, as pain in the ass. Pride is the power, pride is the thing that helps you endure through every single hour. I just want my lust satisfied, my evil needs, mulitplied by ten, that equals all of my sins. Love bleeds, I bleed love, love fades, I breed lust. Constant concentration, directed upon apathy, yes, you can make me another enemy, but you shall never be this free. You can eat this love, take it to hell with you. Learn it well, for it gets you no where. My love is placed into music, my love is poetic, my love is wicked nature, my love is kinky painful pleasure. Your love sucks, its weak and worthless, your life is so pathetic and meaningless. I am the seeker of truth and enlightenment, liars detest me. Liars just like you, it is my one true desire to set you on fire. You and your shitty weak, love. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Morbid Angel (12-12-2004 - 10:36 PM)
| Rhythm. It's important in poetry. It's something I lack. When the words go through my head, it's just a muddle with the occasional forced rhyme. And thats where we differ. You keep the pace so amazingly. |
by Genocide Reaper (12-12-2004 - 10:40 PM)
| I just do it, I don't know how to explain it. |
by Morbid Angel (12-12-2004 - 10:48 PM)
| Thats the thing. It doesn't matter how you do it. It just matters that you do it, and spread your amazing words around as far as you can. It's magic. You can't learn to do that. |
by Genocide Reaper (12-12-2004 - 11:04 PM)
| Your still a better poet Morbid, your words to me have a more powerful meaning. |
by Morbid Angel (12-14-2004 - 12:02 AM)
| I'll be the first to put up my hand and say you're wrong. |
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