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Filled The Page, But Fucked Thy Reaper
written by maledeth08:46 AM 12/15/04I am marionette to puppeteer, or so I'm told.
To be devoured in tale. Unmine without choice.
Without the clearness to hearts so gold.
The ones without a fucking voice.
Shit they speak, sounds the same to me.
Rambling hooligan that dictates idiocy.
You know no malice.
You are simply fool.
Calling me child, like a stubborn boy.
When it is you, enemy. You are the toy.
Let's make it blasphemy. I curse gods tonight to deliver me some true brand of hate.
But you are by all means destitute, of words and executions.
"A real tragedy."
You degrade disgrace.
A piece of trash to stouted face.
I recognize you as silence....the winds carry you deep.
To nothingess, boy. Barren words, you will weep.
A broken home bitch with generic soul!
I imprison him in mental halls and complacent his goal!
Since I am puppet, but he is king in my heart.
He leads me to hate...imposed to impart....
"Then if he is shit..I am as nothingness as well!"
My elegant royal palace I built for him keeps the fool in nightmare.
Where screams awaken every raven, rapping on his chamber door!
He lays on the floor.....in wicked vision....with nothing to speak, ever again.
But to be a figure head.....as my supremacy reflects the failing winds.
Take your death, in masterpiece.
And kneel to your saviour of catastrophe. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
My "inferior envious words" to a "man so great" You know whom I speak of....
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| » Comments / Feedback | by sarah10087 (12-15-2004 - 09:47 AM)
by Genocide Reaper (12-15-2004 - 03:09 PM)
| Yes, so envious and inferior muhahaha. But such a nice read.. Beautiful. |
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