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Personal statement
written by Genocide Reaper11:02 AM 8/14/04| He's free to Hate me..Hate me all day. Hate me every way. I'll Hate you..The feeling is Mutal, So be Brutal. He's free to do as he pleases, I'm not standing in his way, the Bug in the water drain, spreading its infectious disease through every town, you want to satisfy their thirst, why don't you just go ahead and let a bullet burst out from the back of your skull? I'm not into the new fad, I'm a Second Less of rate then what you had. This is the old style, of the new kind. Back on up. We're (Anti-Christ) Of the twenty first century, what do you want us too see? a Dead sentiment that was buried long before you were born? Hypocrite, take your dire life, your conspireing hands, and cover your mouth, take that mumbleing some where else. You're in Our Way. Shuffle the deck of cards filled with the face of christ, pick through them one by one single fucking one burn them to a crisp, then tell me if you feel the cist that grows inside your mind. The one that tells you to Conform! I say they planted the Seed in our heads from birth, they say I'm a Liar and Satanic, Simply put a defense some one without Logic uses, put me down, try to make me drown. My baptizing was a Sin, your fucking Mini book was so thin I could chew it up, and spit it out, right back in your fucking face, to let you know. You reminded me of that place called Hell. Where my "So called" "Supposed" Master lives, you preach to me about it like thats my Religion, my Religion is to basically defy you, each and everyway I can, and to prove that I can and be Correct with infinite Possibilities, I'm going to throw your arguement back in your face, like the pages of the book you handed me from Childhood, this is a personal fucking Statement to your falsehood. I say I won the War, Because when it comes to what he says how I should be. I got him on Ignore |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
....To the Preachers, and the people who don't understand your Whole Interface is to Defy their force feeding..Its a Trip..too see how they react when you say your Faith is your Own. And theirs is simply theirs...None of it is proven. Only to the Believer. I might just be a Fucking idiot who failed English.. But God damn it. I can make a Good point and arguement.
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