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if you slit your wrist.
written by Genocide Reaper12:46 AM 4/15/05My hatred has peaked.
All of this weakness, peaceful, suicide shit,
just makes me sick.
Gutless cowards, unworthy of the title maggot.
Just a bunch of anti-poetic faggots.
Your god damn right I just said that.
Why don’t you shut the fuck up and lay back.
Slitting your throat would be an option,
blowing out your brains, I could do, without hesitation.
Mission of murder, on my mind.
I want to know what you idiots look like inside.
Lacerated from the chest to your pelvis.
slit alright, by the great PSYCHOTIC!
Eat these words coming from top of the hierarchy,
I am the conquering heretic.
Read it and weep,
you little suicidal sheep.
The tables have turned, we’re the fire, and you just got burned.
I know what you are,
a minus one superstar.
Scarred wrist,
in your bed you piss.
Little punk controlled by cowardice.
Can’t tow the line, I pray that you will one day die.
Death for you would be sublime.
It would aid both sides,
in this struggle of poetic minds,
against idiotic pity seeking suicidal whines. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by perfect.flaws (4-15-2005 - 01:34 AM)
| Haha i agree..and i know i used to be one of them. i like your stuff its awesome.. but i dont think i need to tell you that:) |
by Cursed_Angel_666 (4-16-2005 - 06:15 AM)
| oh wow. if i had read that two years ago i woulda went and died, but now i totally agree with you! Keep it coming! your writing is awesome! |
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