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No more to this life are they slaves
written by Genocide Reaper09:11 PM 4/15/05One last revolution arise!
Two minutes until the children's demise!
Free form hatred, for a fallacy.
copy the heresy, with a hard will to destroy thy enemy!
Look into these eyes, the ones which show who they despise.
Slipping a heart-ache into the window.
Burying the dead in a garden, so they may help the roses grow.
Fire burns in the place built, much like the waterless flowers do wilt.
Churning out wrist slitting cliche’s.
I’ve said it a thousand times, I’m sick of these suicidal rhymes.
This isn’t the last time, I shall speak my mind.
It will forever spread, as throat clenching vines.
Into the enemies heart I shall ride, obliterating all in my way with utter pride!
Falling off the edge craving the blade.
To the vein it does go, cutters life still does not fade.
Barely breaking the skin, not even enough on this to call it sin.
One last accusation, made against me, with idiocy founded dictation.
My will over powers them all, this I say to you my BROTHERS!
I fight not only for my honor but yours! So that we may uphold the dangers!
And the glory of trudging through the jungle of non majestic wrist slitting strangers!
Forever, we push onward, giving them in the heart, the point of our swords!
At our feet they reside,
torn apart from the inside,
blood flowing freely into their six foot graves.
Alas no more to this life are they slaves! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by xx_oNlyoNe_xXx (4-15-2005 - 09:21 PM)
| lots of big words in that one. |
by perfect.flaws (4-15-2005 - 09:53 PM)
by cryptic_misery (4-15-2005 - 10:39 PM)
| they aren't big words if you are smart, idiot. -_- Great poem my dear |
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