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Cancer
written by Genocide Reaper09:52 PM 2/10/05| Iv tasted all of these fucking impurities known as sin. Iv been there, clawing at the walls, the ones that are very thin. To hear a voice inside my head, telling me of all things said. Iv been there, wasted, a waste, shattered by my own mistakes. The ones they helped me make. Maybe if I didn't have to listen to all of this complaining! I wouldn't go off into perpetual psychotic rants! I can rave about whatever the fuck I please, and not a damn one of you can stop me, the disease. Here we go, another self deluded, self absorbed bastard crawling out of his solicitude sewer to try and tell me of my ways, my life, how I live my days. Shut the fuck up, and go away, do I appear to be in the mood to lend an ear to a media junkie? Some one so far to the left they can't see what's even fucking real. It is you I will one day see break down cry and kneel. Finishing up on the fallacy of dictation that rules our society, I shall move into the light and speak my mind, help you all to find the keys that fit the locks on your shackles and chains. To bring you out of the slave labor in which you are bent. Stooping to levels never before seen, they keep you all locked in caves of confusion, trying to show you that nothing but progress is a delusion, its all a lie. Humankind is on a self destructive high. Time to pry open your fucking eyes, and shred the slander, shit on their slave labor, spit in the face of foolish men that are up and about trying to spread a liberal cancer. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Blackhawk (2-10-2005 - 10:06 PM)
| I urge you to meet your future right hand. So wise to the ways of the world. |
by idontbelieve (2-10-2005 - 10:43 PM)
| every one of ur peoms that i have read have been awesome keep up the good work |
by Foiazzy (2-11-2005 - 07:20 PM)
| I thoroughly enjoyed that...Fucking awesome... |
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