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Reality
written by Genocide Reaper09:54 PM 3/20/05Starvation, slow painful mutilation, warfare without a care.
Welcome to the human race.
Meet humanity.
The sickest fucks of all time!
Murder, suicide, genocide, bodies in rows, bodies in line.
Victims of life.
Stuck in the back with a knife.
To the grave, that's our path.
Every relentless day, we feel the relentless wrath of disarray.
Take notes my children.
Put yourself on TV.
Brains blown out.
Chest cut open, heart removed.
With human death society improves.
Gangs and whores.
Rape, religion, wrathful rise.
Poets, pimps and politics.
Musicians and artist opening gateways into the psyche.
So like them, put me on TV.
BUY MY CD!
Why not open the book of truth.
Kill the falsehood's birth.
Chaos is in affect.
Nothing you can say will change it.
Truth is pain.
Pain is gain.
Gain is EVERYTHING!
Listen to me again and again.
Scream I'm insane.
Maybe so, but I'm looking at reality.
I'm not the one living in a peaceful fantasy.
Drugs, death, dedication, disciples, derelicts.
Divine intervention, intense preservation.
Humiliation, chaotic cultivation.
Cut a piece of me.
Eat some of the blood, taste the flavorful flesh.
Swallow the serenity of DEATH! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by cryptic_misery (3-20-2005 - 09:59 PM)
| you are god mr. reaper, god. |
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