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Psycho's Passion
written by Genocide Reaper08:18 PM 8/8/04| Do you want me dead? Do you hate me that much? That in all of this you couldn't learn to trust? I know I'm Hated.. But remember, thats why all of these people love me.. I bring the Issues to the Table, and deal out the hands. I'm not the Dealer every round, just when it comes to. Over looking the situation. For example. Like when some one is in Disguise. They point their fingers, throw their reasons. Not the REAL one. It could be any reason some one would go Incognito! So, remember, how it gos, don't try to look cool, don't act like a Doe in the headlights. Locked down and Pitiful. BAM! Your not a problem anymore. Now I'm dealing a hand to the Hypocrite. He's always there, always in retreat. This and this that and that. Blah blah, fucked his fat wife....Ok..You have no room to talk, Mr Athiest, who's talking down to Christians, all I hear you repeat is. "religions to blame." Shut up, your just like those Holy wanna be fuck whads.. "Satan's to blame." Stop giving these two things all the Credit for MY WORK! I'm SICK OF IT! I'm a BRICK FOR IT! Heavy, and selcluded in Psychotic perception. Last card for this broken hearted suicide. Now. Tell me why you want to die? Is there really a good enough reason to end it all yourself? Why do you think this? Can't you always sacrafice yourself for a CAUSE!? Instead of throwing your Body away....You sicken me...Come on, jump infront of a Bullet, go out in a Blaze. Come on, now, shut up. Stop the bitching you little Slut. I'm just trying to save your time and mine. HELL YES! FUCK YES I GOT A GOOD GUESS! My Hand has come around, Mr. Dealer, sing a Favorite Song. "Psycho's full of Opinions are Raging Fires, that wont' go away." Thank you Mr. Reaper. My Savior. When my time comes, my time comes, I won't sit here and bitch, whine, or make myself look dumb. I'll just point out the obvious, extract the converse. After all. Iv got things to do before I die. Iv got more whores to fuck before I lie. Iv got better things to say then Religion is to blame..Hey, fuck you. I'm just a Heathen..How dare you say I'm not Better than you! I already told you once. I'm a number, and I'm Infinite what are you? Not even a Zero. You can't even touch the Measurements. You can't even come up with a good Comment. Much less a fucking statement! |
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Eat this people. Choke it down. =)
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