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Pagan pride. Heathen hate
written by Genocide Reaper08:14 AM 8/6/04| Watch the sky as Christ burns alive, King with the crown of thorns, they all say. Miss informed issues are all Pagans are, well.. Let me enlighten the likes of you motherFUCKER. Pagan blood runs through our veins in the past, we can't erase what we can't touch. Your running out of luck and time, too bad, those hated Pagans don't give a fuck. Pride in his heritage is what a mans got, his last name leads to rivalry, I just want to see you actually read between the lines> (...) Fall between the evil and light that shines!. Pagan pride, hidden within everyones eyes, a glint a glimpse a catch a sparkle a shimmer. Pagan blood is there. Heathen Hater's beware. Pagan blood is there! Heathen haters beware>..YEAH! WE KNOW YOU NEVER CARED, ALL WE DID WAS SIT WAIT THEN WATCH THE TABLES TURN PAYBACKS A BITCH, AND I KNOW THIS, BECAUSE MY REVENGE IS AN ITCH AS THE DAY BURNS! YOU'LL NEVER LEARN. PAGAN BLOOD> YOU'LL NEVER BE ONE OF US> MADE UP, OF RED BLACK DEATH, SEETHING HATE FROM THE HEATENS HEART PERPETUAL PRIDE FROM THE PAGANS HIDE> PAGAN PRIDE, HEATHENS HATE, ALL WRAPPED UP WITHIN THE SAME DAMN FATE YOU WANT WHAT YOU CAN'T HAVE. NEVER MAKE A SETTLE, NEVER LOSE A BATTLE, NEVER SAY NEVER, JUST WISH THE HYPOCRITES WOULD GO AWAY! |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I got to thinking.. This is the End Result. Some times.. Hypocrital Christians just really strike a Nerve.
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