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They finally broke.
In your desperation,
You suddenly woke.

Beg of me the remedy,
But in my hands I hold death,
You know I will never forgive you
Of this vengeful debt.

I’ll pray at your funeral
For your soul to go to hell,
I undo their fake words
Who speak of someone else. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 530 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Chamaron [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )

Shallow Repentance Denied

Contributed by Chamaron on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 12:08:41 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Nerves so shaky,
They finally broke.
In your desperation,
You suddenly woke.

Beg of me the remedy,
But in my hands I hold death,
You know I will never forgive you
Of this vengeful debt.

I’ll pray at your funeral
For your soul to go to hell,
I undo their fake words
Who speak of someone else.

Copyright Â© Chamaron ... [ 2006-12-09 00:08:41]
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Re: Shallow Repentance Denied (User Rating: 1 )
by BSteel on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 01:07:56 AM AEST
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yeah my nerves shake, irrreplaceble,
you come to my wake? rather in the wake of
a cyclone you'll get blown, apart their is no falseness in this world, play your part, or the chain reaction ill get you jacked like a ***** jack rabbit, what u prayin for,
as my arms outstrecth your perception of the lord or the world, i have no sympathy for second rate ryhmers, you'lll never reach the goalpost with that atttitude, in fact you won't even last long in this material world, say what you say, i need not your remedy, you can't stop the little engine that could, whether coutnry suburb or straight up hood, beyond imagination, this is more than ego-inflation this literary bombing detonation, don't even dare think beef, dare think beast, for everything i back as a larger strategy,
i'm a true G, B, nothin fake passes trough my mind, soul or brain, it's all real so stop playin me like a gameboy game, call it paranoia, my faith is paranormal yet spreads like the black plague only the truest indidvduals will have the grace to grace my inevitable funeral,
jesus christ, who else are you looking for?
muhhamedd? David? Abraham Issac,
Buddha, who do you view? can stop my madness, i'll spit on your grave maggot,
make the casket do a backflip if it's open,
the gates are open, the cells are closed but one man need not your help to open the gates and talk to Lucifer himself, i'm so real,
you could never see what you can't seal,
all this talK RESEARCH ME IN AND OUT,
even in my deepest darkest nights of no escape, try to box me in again, all words are arrnaged for a reason, yet there are moments where you don't dare test the messages, of the best their is, designed designer, the more you grip around my neck,
the more hope death, i never choke, test the truest rider of the west, i do not give a ***** if you anomnmously sign in from the president's position, i'm the truest wrist twister, hangin with the fastest gunslinger,
i stay with the steel, l fit up so much weight
i'm talkin to any sucker tryin to hate, sure i beleive in freedom of speech,
so hate all those that will be consumed in their own pit, for again i ask if their's so one who feels realer than me, speak or forever rest in peace,
trick or treat, i'm bringin out goons and ghouls like halloween, the realist thing youv'e never heard or seen, yet.
sincerly,
bsteel

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