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» Poem: rationale immorality
rationale immorality
written by Genocide Reaper
12:24 PM 9/1/04
This whole town is my Enemy, Paranoia, Insane dementia, You want some of this? God damn morons and their scams, the Christian Fad, all the Things they had, and never knew they could spare their own misery, subversity. You want an Add? How about you double the number and stare at the Upside down Cross around my neck? throwing off all the Christ like Disdain, So much I have had fallen into place right before my eyes. Iv started to invade deep inside my mind, You want a Civil War? I'll show you whats Civil when a Savage comes through your house on a Rampage, Lock your daughter in a Cage, because if you don't. The newist Devil will have a Son. Burn down the One, First assembly of Christ fuck off, suck a Shovel, eat dirt, Die. Muhammed can join Jesus in Hell. All of this, all of that, Fucking Hell, can't you get out of my space to tell? The whole Country's my Enemy, the Begining, Me, I'm in the Process, you better get ready for the Access, its going to be a Killer, Super Drug thriller, morbid Prodigy, Severity, locked in with my Insanity, you want fun? I'll hand you a Gun. You want to run? I'll show you that I am the one. Get it over with, Make sure its Damn well and Done, before you fell, I saw that hand release a Shotgun shell. Prentious Cock suckers, Stupid Mother Fuckers. Who's the Idiot Now Expendible Project! Now I'm the Anti-Christ Motherfucker! 666 Why don't you kiss my Fist? The Beast is here for a Blood feast, bleeding Feeding, Breeding, Fucking trying to Make sure your soul doesn't escape their control. Conduct, Money Loving Products, Produceing Millions of So called Saved Children of Jesus and God, Funny how all I see is you beating Kids mentality With a Rod. You couldn't Grasp the Concept of free thought, it always has to be Satan, I'm three times the Precept, my Concern is for the Country, and in Liberal Hands the War will be nothing more than a Feeding of Men to Muslims, you want to save us all Now Jesus while you can? Kill us all, before the Fall, remember, some day, God will make the Fucking Call, heres the Catch, yes heres the Flip, I'm standing over a Grave thats Beloved by many, and as you Drop the Penny, the Soul Shivers, and Shimmys up the Hole, and out. So, who screamed my name in a Blood Freezeing Shout? I'm the Psychotic Carrier of a New Plauge, yes, I'm the monsterious, Malicious, magnitude of Superior Attitude, all wrapped up inside a Rebelious Fortitude.


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