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The Image of Me |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
Little splats of blood Little little little But many still little Take this curse and these imposed chains These chains of bondage That tie me Wrap me Are wrapped by me In plastic and otherwise Damn, just pluck them off me I cough blood From a young age And I have a master key With Jagermeister Like a mad hunter In stupendous crisis And numbers make all the difference in the world I'm a man A putrid man Vomit me Don't do that to me Your peaceful declaration And nuclear encouragement Arsenals and arsenals of peace Resting in peace Resting in pieces Little pieces and blood Little splats of blood The Man in charge Similiar to "Poop" Declares folly and defilement And the world wonders in awe Man of power You look like me Man of power You act like me Man of power You're not me Man of power Destiny |
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Mystress May Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 296Taunton, MA |
So much confusion, indecision.... So good to see someone familiar here.... even if it is under a different guise. Our scars are the foundation for what we have become |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
Great poem. Disgusting in places... that's awesome. ·´~`·»Brett«·´~`· |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
M&M not so much confusion or indecision but percision and disgust. XG nice to meet you thank you, -pyre |
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