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DEATH BUTTON
Contributed by
Rakim
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Saturday, 18th May 2013 @ 07:24:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Death has his finger in my ear
And I feel it
Toying
teasin
with my fear
None can heal it
Scared to death forever far but always near
I can feel it
Tickling the holes in my brain
Maybe time will seal it
But with zeal
I steal time like a veil meal
Kill Bill to clocks like peasants livin with the pox
Im waitin for the box
Like fishies with kittens waitin at the docks
Arabian Adulterer stoner waitin for the rocks
Fresh virgin eyes laying waiting for the cocks
Gay Fox, waiting for the wifeys pantslip
Eager to end the transit
Ready to leave the landship
Temporary means found in sarran-zip
Lockin
Im stiff cockin my sixth option.
Lifted more often than ZZ top and Moe Koffman
Awesome, flying overhead
Scraping sky Im dead
Fed exd the ***** up I wanna leave
Yet I tread
Cuz to leave is to wed
Deaths in your ***** bed
Sheets covered in blue
Books over and its read
I take back what I said
Im up ahead
Deaths got the legs
Plus hes wearing those keds
Hes gonna catch me
But thats another loaf of bread
Im gonna milk the cow a life dry
Till shes bled
Copyright ©
Rakim
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2013-05-18 07:24:15]
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Re: DEATH BUTTON
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by Archie on
Saturday, 18th May 2013 @ 05:22:57 PM AEST
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| Interesting write. I respect your skill though there is a fundamental differance in our messages. |
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Re: DEATH BUTTON
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 19th May 2013 @ 12:49:53 AM AEST
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present actions, death knell, kilter fire logic... insanity, rap
on the dime, rhyme like an angels angle caught in trap,
parabola, it's gorgonzola, smelly cheese, cultured more than the yellow number 13 dyed whiz, damp, clothed in cloth, too good for jar or plastic body bag.
The Button you placed your finger on, gravity, the anchor of direction...
this is stylistically stiff. ( that's what she said).
It's royal but not royal blue and not pontificating murmur.
free of motion, it rotates and with different speeds, like the many Earths as seen only from Venus, where strange time keepers live. Most people kind of like this kind of crap because it's easy to read, but they, most people, don't know what crap is after it's been spent. What I mean to say is --- this isn't nice, but it's very good. Betsy is a good cow now farmer brown seems to know. But tomorrow???
And for what.? Soy it baby, ( U know, I thought she said that as well).
This is pure poetry - you get it dude! Whatthehell, am I sayin?
Peace!
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Re: DEATH BUTTON
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by Helenesovig on
Saturday, 25th May 2013 @ 10:55:47 AM AEST
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Interesting poem the message to me was a little unclear, but i think I got it thanks to the ending about milking life for all it´s got.
Great writ! |
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