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Post by Alex'z Death Chic on Apr 11, 2005 4:50:53 GMT -5
I f*cking hate those grins you direct at my way whenever my frail heart shatters at the slightest whisper of disdain You're full of sh*t, rotten to the core but then again, so am I the mere epitomies of the word cruel as if it had been our names written all over the words that come out of our mouth drenched in poison, toxic to the touch melt with me, in all my glory and maybe, just maybe, all those jesus freaks would stop complaining and find our deaths almost funny.
uhh, I dunno what came over me when I was writing that.
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Post by Seahorse on Apr 14, 2005 15:43:25 GMT -5
I really like this one. It has a lot of honest emotion - anger, vulnerability mixed with self-hatred. The best part is the stab at hypocricsy of religion. Great poem. Seahorse
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