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Futile Mortals
written by MansonSlave02:49 AM 4/14/05The Ignorant words you converse cuts through my skin,
The pain is no longer pain but an antidote to the pain,
The pain of hate, rage and love, you are slowly killing me
Spiritually and bodily. The words with no real truth just
Judgment, your twisted judgment, that is causing me to
Slowly aid you in my destruction. You are suppose to be
The one I can turn to in times of hardship and uncertainty
Instead you make me keep everything contained and slowly
Fall into an insufferable rage. Most Of This World Hears but
Does not listen, you don’t even hear, you just live off of the
Pleasure of ridiculing me, your presents has turn into a pressure
Point that causes me to gag. Your voices triggers my inner slayer
You hold it by the leash and draw it out, but I control and defy.
Senseless humans is what you are... but by others you are known
as mother and father. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maura_lil_ly (4-14-2005 - 05:24 PM)
| wow, i really can relate, i live that! |
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