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Fame
written by Genocide Reaper07:52 PM 8/7/04| My fame will be wide spread. My name will be known everywhere. I can't wait, I can only hope, I can have faith. Yes, I can continue to write, try, be who I am. Become something much more then just Here. I'll make a name for myself, I'll bring in the fame for myself, I'll have no shame in the work I made myself. I will be King. Unto myself. Forever. Never will I bow to a Mortal. Never Will I forgive another Liar. I'll use my skills, to make plenty of kills. I'll use my Will. To get a shit load of thrills. Oh yes, talk down to me.. As I swing up at you with the hammering Pride I call my Hope. |
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About me being a Poet. Writer. and Guitar player..................Thats it.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-7-2004 - 07:59 PM)
| damn you...and i realy thought i would be able to read all the other ones before you posted a new poem.....but meh...still awesome |
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