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Sarah pt II
written by Genocide Reaper03:08 AM 2/26/05| Lost in the illusion, that only she can see. Refusing to admit, that she cannot be, a part of reality. Ignoring the truth, condemning our youth. People like her, that just can't accept its a part of life, hatred, murder, blood, sweat, work, war! I wonder what it is inside her head. It must be a mystery why so many people end up dead. I'll clean out my pocket to make this bet, that if it came down to her or some one else, it'd be her to go first. Death or running in terror, her cowardice would never be forgiven. I bet the world taste sweet to her. I think the only thing she has to say in defense, is wall to wall lies. Mapped out plan's. In her eyes, but in our world they are called. "excuses." What reason does she have to go on? And mock what she does not know? Is it always summer in her world? Always bright? Doesn't it rain? At least in the middle of the night? A little rare bird flying into open hot power lines, little birdie is going to fry. The spreader of falsehoods is going to die. Her body will decompose in the illusion which she lives. The fire in her eyes was never there, her assault was nothing more than an act of fear. Scared at the thought. Scared of what is so wickedly devout. Hate is real. And it I and billions of others feel. Though she will choose to ignore this, because her mentality isn't worth a piss. |
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Yes, come on.. Try again. Lets see if you think you can win.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maledeth (2-26-2005 - 03:15 AM)
| Well, I'm gonna comment in all of your poems, Geno...just to be called a kiss-ass, for her sake, at least....I see her....she's 'round the corner thinking for another great comeback to this!!! |
by Genocide Reaper (2-26-2005 - 03:18 AM)
| I believe you are correct, dear brother of darkness. Though, in all honesty. I wouldn't be surprised if she was crying around that corner. |
by maledeth (2-26-2005 - 03:29 AM)
| Yeah..you're probably right....Well, I just hope to see what shenanigans she allows herself to say next! Oh, the suspense spatters me dearly! |
by Genocide Reaper (2-26-2005 - 03:39 AM)
| She's waiting for us to leave, so she can come in and spew worthless drivel without hearing a response. |
by sarah10087 (2-26-2005 - 06:02 PM)
| i actually went out to the pub before you posted this poem. You talk of life likes its shit, well hurry up and ide then! I know the world can be hit, and that it rains. But I'm here so i make the most of it! I have a heart, but i dont give it to those who are not worthy, thing is, i probably would like ya if i met ya, i like sorting out those in deep despair. Why must you hide behind your computer screen? I hate happy happy people, but your just ridiculously morbid! |
by Genocide Reaper (2-27-2005 - 02:31 AM)
| Despair? No.. You mistake my belief that hate is strong, for depression. No, actually I enjoy hating.. It makes me feel. Good.. And I'm usually quite happy. |
by sarah10087 (2-28-2005 - 10:47 PM)
| the uncharacteristic elipses say it all my friend |
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