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Broken children
written by Genocide Reaper07:00 AM 3/10/05In the past I bled.
No tears were shed.
With my pain.
I reigned.
Pleasure in the bleeding.
Pleasure in the feeding.
Hunger of havoc.
It was the face of society I wanted to ravage.
In despair I saw them stare.
Lost in their losses.
Couldn't get over what they paid, it was far to great.
The cost.
Crucified by their own lies.
Vexed by Holy eyes.
Exiled to the land of waste.
From beauty never did they get a taste.
If it wasn't for their own blind haste.
Hollow as a sea shell.
Empty and feeling the fires of Hell.
Selfishly created.
Now they are simply hated.
Their dreams and desires faded.
Broken children.
From broken cities.
Broken they scream in vain.
Begging for some one to end their pain.
Yelling aloud their own fears.
All they crave is escape from here.
Ignored are their tears.
It is suffering they must reap.
After all they planted seeds of spite for years. |
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