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Piece of glass
written by Genocide Reaper07:36 AM 1/2/05| A golden feeling cast over me like a shadow. Floats over me. Into my soul, clean me of the fucked up times, erase the horrid memories, all the shit that has been said, I want to be cleaned from my head to toe, in and out, inside, all the way to my twisted mind. Don't change me, just clean me, don't chain me, for you can never tame me, I'll never be trained! A moment of manipulation has been sighted in your agenda, I can feel it when you open your mouth, the evil spewing forth. Define me as dead, ignore all things said. I pray in pride of my own faith against the falsehoods that have been spread through out this life. I fight off the demons, and atheist with a Holy knife, conducting the power from the crooked cross of Jesus fucking cross, the evil energy being placed into society. Understand the games, begin to see the underhanded deeds that have taken place. A silhouette of bats fly above, all of that which I knew as love was washed away in the great flood of blood that came when I started seeking my vengeance upon the back stabbing liars of the past. The human mind is frail, be careful not to fall, or it'll break and ripple like a lake, after you cast the stone, it all comes, the demons, they show their face when alone. What remains after being driven insane is the memories, the demons, the empty reasons, the excuses for the execution of self elimination, listen to the instinct, not what they imprint inside the wounded mind, so fragile keep that smile, you piece of glass. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by DrAmAQuEeN (1-4-2005 - 08:02 AM)
| i really like it, its better then anythin i could do, good job
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