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Burn*
written by Trapezium06:05 PM 8/8/04Burn my little crucifix,
Let me hold you high,
Burn my little candlestick,
Your voodoo spirit must die.
My chaos angel stood so strong,
A fighting statue,
Burned so long,
He survived you.
Tortured him you gave him pain,
Burning made him stronger,
You tried to twist his brain,
But he just lived even longer.
You made him weaker,
All while lying to my angel,
He found out,
Now you will burn in hell. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
When you first read it it seems like a gothic revengeful story... then think of this: I am the chaos angel and the person i speak about is my ex... re-read it then... two meanings :)... please leave comments... they're all appreciated
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-9-2004 - 03:44 AM)
| oooOOOooo very amazing work...like always...i enjoyed this one greatly...i liked the two meanings that you get...good work....always makes me proud you do... |
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