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» Poem: When the end of days come
When the end of days come
written by Genocide Reaper
01:16 AM 1/25/05
The end of days is upon us now. But I shall never repent, I don't care what they say, I wouldn't change my ways, I'll never sell you my soul, I'll never fail. They say Jesus is on his way, they say all of us sinners will have to pay. So I stand with my pride, ready to die! I'm with David, not Jesus, so I'll just stay poetic, and stay a hellish heretic, a none hesitating heathen with powerful cause, and straight forward reason. I will not repent, because I happen to love my brutal nature that I vent and even all the stolen goods Iv spent, maybe I'll just break your back again, and tell you how it ends, with me making it out, through the guardians I shall pass, and you'll be stuck outside trying to suck your way in by kissing ass.


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by HardOfHeart (1-25-2005 - 01:20 AM)
Cool poem!

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