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Take your beating
written by Genocide Reaper02:33 AM 12/22/04| Torn flesh, bleeding, raw, blistered, work builds power. At the moon the top dogs bark. Yet at the howls made in the wild you ignore, for your insults and criticism is all you can hear. Running your mouth talk your shit, say your peace. Call me out on my arrogance, but remember, its backed by my tiger like violence, saying I need to do no more, that's a joke. On my words, you all choke. You can say I suck, you can say with each poem I write I falter and fall, you can say with my poetic genius I'm out of luck but in these pages you get bent over and fucked. I shall dub you a loud mouthed fool, swimming in quick sand, raise that fucking hand, take your stand, take the ass kicking you deserve like a man. Take your beating boy, take the ass stomping son, bow down, or shut your overly huge mouth, give respect, or get vexed, I'll bring down upon your solidified soul a solemn curse. Shun all that you have learned, envy me more than anyone, or anything, listen to this lecture, because if you can't hear me now, you never will, take yourself one last picture, just so you can remember, the bruises from the beating, the cuts that will be found bleeding, on your loathing I shall be found feeding. |
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All of you that don't like me, can shut up, or keep going either way. Its the same to me. Because no matter what you say, it won't change a thing.
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