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Shotgun Shells For Deceived Looks
written by maledeth11:04 AM 12/21/04Cometh to me! And see the abhorration I have in my lustrous eyes! Can you even glare at greatness?! Or shall you call them deceiving looks to gather 'round hypocrisy?!
Will you laugh at me? With beady stares and mid-nightmares. Just gawking at your self, because you don't have the fucking balls to stand to we.
With vain misanthropy, we'll show you rapture of vivacity and hand out pain like novocaine. It will not soothe your aches. It will serve as a tint of shadow, for the coming of doom to your worthless lives you claim to control. Let your enemies find the hole, to rape your "criticism." To give in to submission to the beauty of our hate!
I cannot take thy faces more! They DO deceive as so they depicted grace. They cum in self-pleasure, of taking the sweet time of the insane! In fucking vain! I write to thee! When you shall end in shells of apathy! I'll fucking speak! Shotgun ensemble for the coming of silent voices. No longer decadent in their frill form of toy. We shall serve them shells to bite their tongue to, and forget what they meant.
We are not fools, we are just hell-bent. And this drama we live is life, so let's add a little murder to make this play a tragedy. I hold thy majesty of masterpiece from shit like you, always looking through art and calling it a lack of mystery! You're fucking history, you fucking whores. Now close the doors and walk away. Come back to be killed another day. Because in the end, all that matters are the shells on the floor and the giving of death. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Fuck these people always trying to say we're too angry. I meant you deceived looks or big bomb or whore....Whatever the fuck your names are. The great stand tall, while the covened weak fall.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Death Fairy (12-21-2004 - 11:34 AM)
| Your poem is really great. You did a really good job. |
by DaddysLittleDefect (12-21-2004 - 12:23 PM)
| Wow...Thats the kind of writing I wish I could do...alas...my poems are all typical and unintelligent...read them if you feel like self-torment |
by Ave~For~A~Rose (12-21-2004 - 12:43 PM)
| Anger is a sign of passion, and no one ever claims an over abundance of passion is bad. So let the naysayers and such soak in their own loathing disapproval as we display the passion so overflowing in our hearts. Write what you will, and it shall not always fall upon deaf ears. |
by frotofski_LaVey (12-21-2004 - 09:38 PM)
| king Lear as i recall cannot resent any commonlikes between this poem and the Shakespearean tale, u r indeed a greatly gifted poet, and i detect some shakespeare influence |
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