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Came to say (this)
written by Genocide Reaper02:48 PM 3/17/05I came here to say.
FUCK THIS!
I just can't get it out enough.
Times get rough, and the beatings make me tough.
Yet when it comes down to burning pain.
I just go deeper into the world of being insane.
I stand here today to say.
FUCK YOU!
You are nothing more than a used whore.
Hit your bleeding knee's praise the power of hatred.
Suck it up and stop your crying, its not like your fucking dieing.
I want you to leave, that you must believe.
FUCK OFF!
Get out of my face and out of my way.
Iv said all Iv had to say.
Get the fuck out of here.
Your words mean nothing, and are never clear.
No matter the problem I don't care!
Go back to your kindred.
Unto them you can be a slave.
Let them place you into the early grave.
No matter how you look at it now.
You are still part of the heard, you fucking cow.
Slow and used, made for the worms and maggots.
That I will never let you forget. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (3-17-2005 - 03:15 PM)
| wow that was really powerful...I liked it. |
by Dianesjewels (3-17-2005 - 04:03 PM)
| You have a few very good lines in this one; overall, it's not your best work, but it's alright. Keep writing ;-) |
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