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Plastered
written by Genocide Reaper05:49 AM 2/24/05| Plastered to the wall, made of no more than pain. Want to hear the call? Its all in arms length. Want a secret? Then go insane. Pouring some gas on these notes in front of me. Throw down a match, watch the haunting incinerate, watch the wind blow the ashes freely. All the empty bottles and empty boxes. Some times I wonder if this is killing me. Battered by the conclusion I theorized. But you'll never see, what it was inside myself I recognized. Fuck. Are you feeling me? Smoking more than ever, drinking more booze than a monk does holy water. Here I am. Fated to Hate. Left myself in the rage filled rat race. Murder on my mind. Clutter, the human race, I think its about time. I watched it burn. Not you again. You want to make amends, but all I see is you fucking me over, selling me up the river. I want you to see this truth. This plan iv been thinking about. Its full proof. Mutilating you and leaving your carcass for the crows. Then we can see what's inside, and see what shows. Then above your tomb, we can watch the roses grow. |
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