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[aid] => mick
[title] => Beating Heart
[time] => 2009-08-19 04:04:21
[hometext] => A piece i wrote to express my anger towards men laying their hands on women in abusive ways. Inspired by my sisters relationshipwith her now ex boyfriend. (Some profanities were changed to conform)
[bodytext] => Hey there Mr. Big man, you sad little duck. You dare play this game again- wanna push your luck? I should've known then no change would be seen. You like to fake the man but i know you taint the queen. Now everyone will see your soul is cracked and not so pristine. So you like to take and break the beautiful mind? Now it is you that will break and lose everything Mr. Bind. You love living without consequence? Little man life's got no pardons. You gloat in strife with secret malevolence. Your every move in life breathes incompetence. Many hard lessons left for you in this existence. Maybe i'm here to teach you there's no second chances. Maybe i'm just here to hate you, here to plan your demise? Twisted games forming treason in disgrace. Your fists - salvation, the damned - her face. I see you're at full beat filling your defiled need. Now i will teach you Mr. Pain, what it is to bleed. Sadly once the lesson is learnt the chance is burnt. Love punched to pieces by the self cannot be returned. I hope this is what you wanted. I hope this is what you had in mind. No woe to be recanted. No way to push rewind. -Svw [comments] => 1 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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