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Cold hard reality
written by Genocide Reaper02:29 AM 3/3/05| Take a taste of the sincerity in this severity. Its my hatred fully exposed. If I could see you now, it would be to see your brain blown out through the back of your skull, leaving you surprised and dead. To turn up decomposing in your bed, now that would be one hell of a trip. Maybe on your way down the stairs you could trip, broken neck, fucked up back, twisted spine, then you could slowly die. Spinal fluid leaking into your blood stream. Crying paralyzed as you have unholy dreams. Vengeance is mine sayeth the lord. Translate that, and you'll get karma, too bad you were never really smart enough to see anything but your own face. So wrapped up in self disgrace, so lost in miss-guided hate. Losing everything, but your solitary fate. Awakening one day to die, after living through a shitty life, one that only gets worse, as the clock ticks, once, then twice. Every minute that passes, you're on your knee's wishing, hoping, praying. Wondering, begging, pleading, heaving in tears. Can't help but ask yourself, what you really had through out your adolescent years. Couldn't impress your peers, now destiny face is reared, welcome to the reality you will come to revere. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by starten (3-3-2005 - 02:31 AM)
| Full of hatred...nothing out of the ordinary |
by perfect.flaws (3-3-2005 - 02:32 AM)
by Genocide Reaper (3-3-2005 - 02:44 AM)
| Yes, hatred makes for great art. |
by starten (3-3-2005 - 02:49 AM)
| Perhaps, but surely there are only so many ways of describing how you'd like to kill someone. Why not try to like people? It can often be fun lol |
by XpaperdollX (3-3-2005 - 02:55 AM)
| I also agree hatred dose make good art. And your stuff is amazing!!! |
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