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Post by brandnewmessiah on Mar 7, 2007 14:25:29 GMT -6
You put the cigar out in my eye Laughing all the while Wants to keep me blind Oblivious to the evil in his mind Unshackles his next urge As our echoes sing a tormented dirge Dragging by the threads An innocence soon left for dead
I’ve watched the horror from this cage you made me Out of pain and crying child’s eyes You’re feeding on the flesh of little babies Will burn your soul in the hell of those who died Man of ash You walk as if you are a god Giving cash To the demented world to assist in your façade Soon will come the day of reckoning Soon you will get yours When the rape you sought becomes an onslaught To vanquish what nobody sees but claims to abhor
One eye open I see your debauchery seething Rabid as you foam with open mouth Screams of terror drowning out your breathing Reading lips but help me is all I can make out Am I to be the next in line To suffer upon your alter of delight Tell when it is my time So I can close my eyes shut tight
I felt the horror of these slaves you buried Beneath a grave of gratified intent Never knowing love would be this scary You fooled yourself into believing you have consent
Man of ash Resurrected as a demon Will be the last Memory our mind’s are screaming This is the day of reckoning You see our souls are lost The decaying skin in the hands of your sin Is what our freedom will cost
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 7, 2007 15:24:49 GMT -6
awesome!
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Post by vixen on Mar 9, 2007 23:43:10 GMT -6
Amaziing,its like you have delved into the deep recesses of my mind. Totally chilling and terrifying. You truely inspire me. Vixen
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Post by anirbas on Mar 10, 2007 9:26:48 GMT -6
I want to clap... But, it doesn't feel appropriate to do so, in the aftermath of reading this wickedly soul searing poetical offering... I don't know why, but the visuals brought to my mind, another visual when I was through reading the last line... Rusted, twisted bars of iron rammed into a field of watermelons that had been ripening in the sun...I know...Crazy me... Whew..."Piece day flipping resistance, Troy!" Whew...
You rip holes of beauteous light in the fabric of darkness...
Hellaciously, dratted excellent writing, bro! It just is...
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