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[aid] => mick
[title] => death or prison, ur mine either way
[time] => 2005-08-26 19:38:43
[hometext] => guy was a wanker, i tried to settle his life;s sins by ending it. simple enough
[bodytext] => Feeling the skin contract beneath the applied force of my arms, The blood beneath the skin pulses with the warmth of fear, Fear of the end, fear of another beginning, fear of my decimate hatred, The anger and aggression pulse with the warmth of hatred in my tense muscles, Their compressions and contractions that will enact my long awaited vengeance, Such simple actions of emotion, such complicated measures of a blackened heart, All laws are broken, feelings cross all lines, and such diligence feels liberating, As my corrupted blood fuels my darkened muscles to break a human body, To snap, to tear, to resurrect all suppressed hatred and strike out in victorious malice, The liberation of this criminal action excels into such intensive desires, Desire to destroy, desire to kill, desire to end, desire to repeat, desire to enjoy, And enjoy it I shall for this moment hath been long coming, no regret or remorse left to bear, My guilt flushes from my tattered soul in synchronised motions with the blood in his throat, This pitiful vessel shall summon all its strength to enact my will to destroy him and his petulance for my instincts now rule, All because he thought he was untouchable, free from all guilt himself, he was a ***** fool. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 13 [informant] => dagonet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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