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Your questions. My Answers.
written by Genocide Reaper05:05 AM 8/7/04| Iv said many things, touched many soars, and felt the rain upon my face. I can stare at the Midnight sky. I could blink both eyes. Back and forth. One open One closed. One Blurred the Other stirred. I sense this feeling of you wondering why. Why does he continue on about his useless Time. Isn't it inept in the rift of Ryhme? could be be stupid or blind, has he fallen or is he Chosen. Will he ever stop the nonsense? I could careless if you wanted me to stop. I know I can make it to the top. I know I can stay on the Throne, I know I can make it alone. |
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The Tittle says it all..
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Psychotic Poet.
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