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Standing tall
written by Genocide Reaper09:42 AM 3/9/05Standing tall over your actions.
Eyeing faltering suggestions.
Failing at what you are trying.
Even if I am subjected.
I'll always be what I am now, wicked.
Wretched.
That's all I'll ever be.
You bitch.
You bastard.
Bleeding but the itch is still there.
It's you.
Still here.
If my words mean nothing.
If what you say is true.
You shouldn't even care.
Dragging out opinions to use as weapons.
But it would appear to me.
That all shots have back fired.
Its what you get for not knowing the meaning.
Of compromising.
A lack of comprehension.
Abusing the ability to assume.
And you keep asking yourself. "How did I lose?"
The answers are plain to see.
Right in front of you and me.
But will you open your eyes and take a peak?
Or hide behind the wall of ignorance you keep?
I think you'll take your foolishness to bed with you.
And like every night before now, you'll lose sleep.
Even if you don't say it.
We all know it.
Even if you deny it.
We all see it.
Even if you hide it.
We'll find it.
Even if you lie.
We all know why. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maledeth (3-9-2005 - 09:56 AM)
| Fucking bastard! Another malefic work from my bro Geno. Always a pleasure to have eyes when I read your works, you know that. |
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