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Get serious
written by Genocide Reaper01:23 PM 3/30/05Hello fellow Heathens.
Shall we begin? Speaking of sin? Breaking through the walls so thin.
We have the reasons.
We have the demons.
We hate simple suicidal excuses.
Slay thy enemy!
Let the will be done!
Slay them with hatred!
Be one with the forgotten son!
Fall not into the web of betrayal!
Thou shall not be fooled by the con!
Follow not in the foot steps of treason.
Buried inside me, inside you.
Inside us all.
Pure anger, bleeding out the walls.
Pouring over the edge.
Into the hearts of Heretics abroad.
We’ll be singing our songs.
Significant is our will that is strong!
Love, for life, hate for strife.
Pain for thought, thinking, drinking, painting the picture of plight.
Carry out our individual battles alike.
My life, forever shall be mine.
My love, may tear my soul.
I’ll be the one in the end, holding the sword, in control.
Ruthless riots shall proceed after I speak.
Title waves will send havoc, destruction it shall wreak.
Mutilation in the teens darkened rooms.
Bright smiles on the outside.
Simple souls that reside.
In black and white.
Pointing fingers.
Opening the issue.
Cutting open their own tissue.
Get dramatic, fuck that.
Get serious? I like it.
I’m not here to take senseless ramblings from you.
And to me, what I speak is true.
Doesn’t matter if you want to argue.
I’m here for me, not you.
Live your life blue.
Mine shall be gray.
I will break these chains, I will not live in depression and decay!
Life will go on.
Until death claims this one.
Then I shall forever be free.
Unless placed back upon this earth, as humanity’s enemy.
Then my fight will pick up where it left off.
Back again, to get mocked for malice, kicking them in the teeth for scoff. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by GeishaGirl (3-30-2005 - 01:26 PM)
by Misery (3-30-2005 - 06:02 PM)
| You really need to go back and find better fitting titles. This bought to me the speak of an "old" friend, very good. |
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