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dumb founded delinquent
written by Genocide Reaper04:42 PM 12/16/04| dumb founded delinquent you want to be a bad ass, you have nothing, you are nothing, you always will be nothing. What I want to see, is your lifeless carcass. Rejected moron. All your power is envy this we all know. Can't be anything now, you are a nothing, and we all know how pathetic you are, how much of a dip shit you are, how much of a weak defenseless insect you are, come on cock roach, get it together, don't choke. Times are hard, and death is now, so face it like a man, don't you fucking cry now, I smell your fear, I see your tears. I know you are afraid, nothing you can say or do will change you are nothing. A rejected from the society you love, a rip off of every poet you know. Steal some more work and use it, bitch. Because my painful truth has just begun. You said it yourself. Malice speech supremacy. Are you backing down now? Giving in now! Do you need some more? How about this, give me a kiss. You can kiss my fist as I knock those rotted teeth through the back of your fucking skull! Spew more shit from your hollow head, walk your wide path with a narrow mind. Borrow poetry from any book you can find just to try and fight back, you don't have the courage or skill to be what you claim. This will never end, not until you are dead. What do you have that I don't? Oh wait I know. Envy. Stupidity. You lack destiny, and your big talk is nothing but a fallacy. You may mock my Tribe, and try to scar my pride, but Iv went against meaner, and better, you don't have shit on all of my fallen enemies. |
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Silence is Golden. You are molded. You are, the end result of mass production. Created on the assembly line, just like your slut friend. Believeing the lies, instead of thinking for yourself. A wasted mind. The perfect robot, to buy into the shit they feed you.. "Yes, I might join the military. But its for my own personal gain. See kid, I want to kill people. Legal murder is the Military. better killing then sitting back acting like everything is fine while they take all my money. Just like they will do you, tax you, and break you."
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maledeth (12-17-2004 - 02:56 AM)
| Well, I have nothing on your fallen enemies because I haven't fallen to a clown. I won't. You see, you speak of anarchdom, but will you disturb the busy world? All it takes, enemy, a bullet in the head for you. You're probably right, I DO NEED ATTENTION, but you're too scared to go off and support this disorder by backing off. Supremacy lies in the ones who raise their fists in fucking fury, not fallacy. Truly great poem, but one comment of books I made is all you got for me, ain't enough, boy. Ain't nearly enough, Ty. |
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