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[sid] => 53172
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[aid] => mick
[title] => testament
[time] => 2004-06-22 13:22:49
[hometext] => a love poem...
[bodytext] => I want to make an eternal statement that will last forever A worldwide commitment to my lover Deliver roses to your door Black, wilted roses, spiky with thorns 666 to show how much I love you. Honey, this is the best day of your life Step over the crushed petals to a note card that reads: ‘They say absence makes the heart grow fonder I wonder, if I burned your house, would you love me more? (Not that I ever would, of course) Signed, yours devotedly, Someone you adore x’ Turn on the news Watch some crackpot lunatic shoot up the mall Spraying bullets and blood up every wall Fetch a vase for your flowers, tear your skin on a thorn Beware, watch for my claws (Not that I want to make you bleed, of course) Deliver a bible to your door Across all the pages, a red and angry scrawl ‘Thou shalt obey religion, *****, it is the law Convert and destroy you the second you are born Too scared to wait until you can talk Ha, I defy you to think for yourself.’ (Not that I mean it, of course) Turn on the radio Hear some madman burn up buildings abroad Attacks in every city, armies formed Some guy playing god, some unstoppable force Death count higher than you ever thought (Not that it would ever include you, of course) Deliver a package to your door A square box that leaves a stain on the floor Drips from the bottom leave you caught red handed – My present, a heart, because you never had one before (Not that I’d ever frame you for murder, of course) Step out into the street Blink those pretty eyes in the sunshine and smoke Stare through the haze Of a thousand dead bodies and a million fallen buildings No one left alive, but me and you. I stand, victorious. The hero, this is my gift to you. Blood runs down hands that hold the gun to my head As I stare into your pretty eyes A bang, you blink, and then I’m dead This is my gift to you. This is my statement, to show how much I love you. This is my devotion, my cause (Not that I’d ever want to hurt you, of course) [comments] => 3 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => wyrd_faerie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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