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you and your (Fad)
written by Genocide Reaper11:29 AM 8/26/04| You want to say life is shit, that all you can do is pack the Bong and take a hit, no more, this is shit. Your life, what IT is that makes you want to FIT IN. Fuck it, give on in, show your sin the feeling within. Everybody Points a finger now, I guess I'm a Stranger. How? You know my Opinions, and see my Decescions. Persona's Equal fire. Lit, fuse. Destroy you muse. Assume away, claim to know me and my faith, that doesn't change a thing, not even when you spit in my face. Your life is shit, my Hate for you is your fate. I don't care, so go ahead and stare. Little whiney, Unkindly fuck. Your kind equals shit. your kind = Problems You = Complicatioms I'm the Imbodiment of Dedication, determination, so go on, show me your desperation, the boreing, the same old bitch, just wrapped in a new skin, you want to tell me about my sin? Oh thats funny, what a Fucking joke, I wanna see you choke on the lie you buy, so self centered and high on yourself, what a crock of shit, time to put a cork in your mouth, and douse you in gas. Burn motherfucker, all the way down, when you get to Hell. give me a yell. Some how I can see your spell, its all about cross fingers, shareing Singers, more than the thoughts that I said lingers in this mind. I can taste the modern Miricle, as I crucifie the Modern Martyr, we're all martryr's for our beliefs, come on, get on in, show me your sin. None of us are perfect, and never will be, it all depends on your standards, and beliefs. So pick one already and shut up. fuck you, and fuck the thought of giving you a Victory, I'd rather be with Pure fucking Insanity. You lie to me, and make up a Sob story, you sorrid little cunt, grow up. Or Un-become Stuck up, retract, step back, regress, on a limb, you are a depressing sight. God, I'd love to stab you with a knife, you don't have a life you gave it up when you sold your soul to give in to control, sell out, scream and shout, sheep. Without a Shepard, fuck the Cancer that grows, you fucking Bent the will of freedom, and chose to piss it all away for what? a God damn lie. Buy it. You little Quiter, give up, as you give in, hit your knees and praise he who fucked you. Praise the ones who left you. Die for your crimes as I stand for Mine. Fuck all that shit you spread, and fuck everything you've ever said. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Well.. Alot of shit was flowing through me, and this one arguement I had with some one who went from Pagan to Christian claimed to know me, and well.. It pissed me off. Because she was trying to Convert me.. Stupid Fucking cunt..Not really mad, its the Principle of the matter
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