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My story. (To Tell.)
written by Genocide Reaper04:19 AM 8/12/04| *Stares into the face of the reader through his long dark hair* Inside the solider, Knight of Sin, what God of Mine is letting this live? Beware the Revolution, Inside the Genocide. *walks to the edge of a Castle on a Dark night, with cold wind, Gray clouds, a blue moon. black leather trench coat swaying with the breeze.* We're waiting to die, and we won't cry. Feel the lie they told us all. See the toy they sold us all. Hear the voice thats trying to call. See the condemed soul, as it begins to fall. Unholy Martyr, disciple of Blackened Dreams, and Posions Seams. Faithless Monster with no reason to kill. Rampage of a Demon with wounds that won't Heal. Witness the symbolic ideal, of murder and sex appeal. Fill the Holy grail to the brim, with blood from the Insane. Watch the Hate addicted Demon, he's breathing Psychopathic voids. Conceal the rights of Warriors and Monsters alike. Stand back, then watch them Fight. A Brilliant Dark Lord with a cyle of Sins and schemes. Look inside his mind and see whats within. He's breeding Supernatural Genocide. Inside his Obvious conclusion. His evil doesn't Hide. |
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Yeah, you get a Vision of the Scene as I explain.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-12-2004 - 04:37 AM)
| holy hell that was an impecabile poem...such imagery....really gets the scene across...that was incredible...bravo...encore!!....i would applaud but i just got my hand pinched in my doggie's collar |
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