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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Retribution's chill
[time] => 2003-01-25 13:15:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Take this bitter pill, and swallow
Take this drug, you'll feel more hollow 10 more years, a waste of time 10 more minutes, you'll pay for this crime ...that was done to me And justice for all? or justice for me? watch your tears fall silently... ...and slowly walk away You watch me come forward... I pull the trigger You die, I laugh.... I become you become much sicker Taste my ruin, I reach in your mind, and pull out your soul Gleam in my eyes, as yours become dull Your life is fading, and I am laughing Sickness possesses me, I want you to fell and taste my pain... Power and rage, at my command Darkness pulled from my nightmares that maimed Hatred summoned from within... Screaming with vengeance, as I plunge my knife in... Stabbing your mind, making you feel what I've become Forever scarred, feelings are numbed Maddening voice, directing to kill Welcoming back, Retribution's chill Nothing to lose, to destroy is what I choose Blackness and rage is what I feel You see the gleam, of the emotional steel That rapes and stabs inside your soul I've finally snapped, I've lost control Payback....a minute of pleasure, from a lifetime of pain Now you too can be blessed, with "the memories that remain" Stabbing inside, and plunging back in Darkness engulfs you, you feel that you've sinned Humiliation, low self esteem, My knife goes in deeper, ripped apart at the seems Crying, and screaming, please stop this But I'm laughing even harder, the feeling's pure bliss I'm stabbing And killing and raping destroying removing your mind your will to resist is fading so is your life.... Pure hatred is so blind.............. .....I awaken from the dream my god, what have I done? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Darkscorpio [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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