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Perfect balance
written by Genocide Reaper08:25 PM 2/19/05Everyone wants to die, and yet we all wonder why. But the answer is simple. Its a fucking cancer. What rhymes with life? Knife? Strife? Wife? Well, you might want to use a knife, on your wife, that causes nothing but strife in your life. It seems much more things rhyme with die that fit the description of what happens. People cry, Hell even a few tell some lies. such as. "He was a good man, a saint." Or. "She was a good person." When in truth, he was a thief, and she was a whore. And when people like this die, there should be no weeping, no remorse, no sorrow! There just be rejoice! A party! A better tomorrow! Everything in life is about balance, everything in life is about a rhythm, its music, its sex, its love, its hate, its religion, its emotion, its logic, its whatever you decide to create! Or hold it close to your soul, to keep the thieves from taking it away. Constant guard is needed, and if you have a wound, its going to bleed. now take all you've learned through out life and get to blending, because we're all looking for the perfect balance. |
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» Comments / Feedback | by Cut_Wrist_Risk (2-19-2005 - 08:48 PM)
I love it very much! nice job!
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by teenagedeathgirl (2-21-2005 - 06:58 PM)
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