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"Ascend To Nothingmore"(To Sarah)
written by maledeth10:46 PM 3/3/05She masticates with protesting delight.
One who proves rapacious flaw and falsified.
Have you ever seen a rapist commit catastrophe?
A murderer indulge in vanity?
No. You don't believe it.
Since you had not seen it, it's fake to you.
Since you are mighty in your heart, prove us a blemish.
Well, princess Imperious, time to rid us of our worth.
Make us, as your mind had shaped. Create us dirt.
Step amongst our vast tapestries and violate mentailites!
In the end, you ascend to Nothingmore.
Your throne with serpentine. Thirsting of humiliation.
A bit like cold-forced masturbation. To keep you up in your elysium.
Will you then recognize thy sin of pride we swill upon?
Fine, you rise to infinite fields of sapphire decrepit.
I'll remain in reality. Where killers serve their hunger and rapists release labido!
Where animal is animal, and thy "royalty" hides up below.
Where martyrs come of selfish iniquities, death arose of disease, A pristine majesty.
But you.....you smirk at us saintly.
Ever so detesting. We make you sick, with grotesque contemplation.
Highest in our minds, where vile claimed insidious.
Once taught of peace passages, but heavenous harps failed to play us image.
My losing heart, I wish sinister was not my misery.
To smile upon all faintly. Puzzled mystery.
I'm left torn to misanthropy. Nobody stands on me.
Nobody curses my intention, or anathema plagued you with insanity.
Princess Pretentious. Off us with your masterpiece.
From fields of night, from so far of sight.
But when you come down to reality, you will suffer, just like we, veracity.
As your haven bled and rot before your eyes, you will know, what we show.
Our talltale of superior ingenuity.
Where we held fists high, idealism is our fight,
not now, but close ever.
With slit lacerations, pained sensation, bloody hands and open sores.
Desecration of obscenity you commited, like we have(hypocrisy)
You ascend up below, to your world on Nothingmore.
Leave me tribulations of true haunting veracity.
I'll find my way through this hell with Malice. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Well, Sarah, do you actually believe that we just write this to claim that we hold onto our "invisible crowns"? That we are just normal people, trying to be something on this internet deal, just so we can get the "respect that we lack as ourselves in a real, physical world?!!?" Do you know what I'm like? Do you know me by first glance? I think you are one big fucking hypocrite if you're gonna try to topple whatever we left on here, and see yourself as highly, don't you think? I know what I am, you pretentious fuck, and don't you ever fucking think you are better than us. We are not on the same par to compare, nor contrast. You are not like we, we are not like you. Piss off, cunt, because whatever you have in store for us, it's only gonna add to inspiration.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Genocide Reaper (3-3-2005 - 10:52 PM)
| Thank you dear brother. I think she should know by now, what ever she says will be knotted into a noose, and used to hang her. |
by (guest) (3-3-2005 - 10:57 PM)
by sarah10087 (3-4-2005 - 12:15 PM)
| I do remember a time, maledeth, when you too faught against the vanity of the "greats". You seemed to have been sucked up by the infamous hover of self adoration! |
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