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» Poem: My
My
written by Genocide Reaper
09:40 AM 1/3/05
I await you, or something that can heal me. You can take my pain, help me feel.
My love, my life, my hope, my dream, help me, I can't remember what it is that has come to be. What has been.
Tell me you will be here to lick my wounds and suck my dick, fuck me when I am tired and weak.
You couldn't even see me coming, I hurt you, but its out of my LOVE FOR YOU!
I'm drunk you bitch, and I'm still drinking, so I'll treart you like a whore, and fuck you on the floor. Blood, and love, just come clean.
If you cheat.
Kill yourself.
Cause then you mean nothing to me.
Just a waste.
I don't want a taste after you become a used toy.
I want something holy.
I want purity.
I have standards, better follow along, or you can go to Hell.
You left.
Oh well.
Say it unto me, that I'm a lord of your thrill
Bow down to my will, praise my words, and open your eyes to the new world. My love, my life, my dream, my hope, my pain, my rage, my hate, my theft of myself.


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