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Corpse of a City
written by maledeth05:23 PM 8/28/04Unknown to the liberal rule of Earth.
Uknown to the skies above us all.
Unrecognized! Unrectified!
Derelicts that we found in us.
Unclaimed and not needed to be.
Unappalled and always asking,"should we?"
Can't take living in this pile of shit.
Might as well be dead to the world, you see?
It's suffocation! It's suicide!
It's replication of my demise!
No severance. Need severance.
To disappear of these wastelands!
Indecencies they say, we, the ingrates.
Injections full of bullshit fill these veins.
Inert! Illusioned!
We are the wrong while you're the "right"
Incorrect as inanimate objects.
Indecisive as our eyes are veiled of it.
Can't see heaven from this pile of shit.
Might as well believe this is hell to me.
It's masturbation. It's sin disguised!
It's futile truth to realize,
Despairity, is tearing me. It's tearing me.
It's killing me! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Darkwolfgirl (8-28-2004 - 06:50 PM)
| wicked. i love it. great job. |
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