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Depressed poets
written by Genocide Reaper03:29 AM 4/13/05Tangled weakness floods the scene.
The sickness comes from my soul, infecting its pit.
Deep within, I begin to drown in these teens depressing shit.
Cries from children abroad,
such fools that must have been spared of the rod.
The only cure for such insolence would be a Fathers wrath.
Learn pride in your pain, not ignorance and arrogance.
It would appear to me, it sticks upon them like a stain.
Driving all of the strong insane.
You are the reason we complain, you, and your constant disdain.
Wrapped in turmoil.
I have found you in my minds eye,
buried in bloody soil,
doused within the depths of death.
Taken as you fade along with your shallow breaths.
Christian abuse,
fools caught in the noose,
Always taught to lose,
never shall they stop the need.
Lost in their own idiotic despair.
Suicidal thoughts without a care.
Never to stop and think, of how stupid they appear. |
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I know I've said it before, but you kids make me sick.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maledeth (4-13-2005 - 03:51 AM)
| Damn right, they fucking are! They deprive the real foundations of self-disposition with their farce! Fuck them all to fucking Hell! |
by (guest) (4-13-2005 - 03:19 PM)
| perfect. u r by far the most mature writer and most complex thinker on this ite. u have my compliments. keep writing |
by XpaperdollX (4-14-2005 - 12:29 AM)
| Amazing! You always seem to hit it right at the spot don't you. This poem is very true |
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