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You must understand
written by Genocide Reaper07:17 AM 8/8/04| *Slow inhale...Slow exhale* THREE TWO ONE! Four more to be brought forth, sections of the mass, I seperate the peices and drop the task. I'm more then just a Skinless Mask. I heard the voice say make me Believe Absorb the Hate and Chaos like a Sponge! I'm just another Anarchist! your just another statisitic! I can't grind all the rust down, I can't bind all the trust! Can you taste this? My emotion! My way of insight. I AM COMING OVER MYSELF! I SUM THE CONTROL AND REPLY! DENY MY HELPING HAND! BITE ME ONCE AGAIN! I sense this, every time. Once, up over, and across the line. I tried to feed you. I tried to peel back the layers upon layers of Skin. I'm Damaged, I'm ravaged, becaues I am a Savage.. I AM COMING OVER MYSELF! I SUM THE CONTROL AND REPLY! DENY MY HELPING HAND! BITE ME ONCE AGAIN! I am not lower than any number you equal up to! I am crawling over what I am! I'm a Number that isn't clear, and is infinite! I'm over you! YEAH! Psycho. Preoccupied, result.. Its DENIED! Knee, high, your number is to me!. Tumble in the trees, the branches deceive, they're lined with Bones, and blood. They're doused in Pain and Lust. All I had to do was tell you this, share, what Hate full. I'm in the middle of a Seductive Punch Line and I don't get the Obverse. My Discern brings this here to let you read, my Crushing thought. Very Venturesome.. I'm flowing down a River, I noticed the Piranah, I saw the Briar, I'm wrapped in barbwire. I'm the Real Sire. Rake it off. (Buy the Line) Lack the Cough. (Line the time.) Rip it up. (Fess to the mess) Press the issue its already been made...*Inhale..Slowly exhale.*..Here....Comes...The....Change......One eight seven, FIVE! Drop it in the Crop. File it as denile! I heard the voice say again. Just believe. I won't let it take control! inside the soul It grows! like a river that flows! Can you see this? Can you hear this? Is this more than just a fist waving in the air! can you taste my life as I piss it away!? Can you see this? I'm trying to feel this...I am over myself once now and again not forever. I'm a number, its overly corrupt, to you. I'm the Number Nil, I'm the Ultimate thrill.. Pressure me. Construct inside of me.. I'm waiting to be Left behind once again, since no man, nor beast can carry this Multitude over the pits of Hell! I am a number that is more than equal to you! I rule but I compile! |
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