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Horrid
Contributed by
SedativeHappy
on
Thursday, 15th March 2007 @ 06:09:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Chosen be these thoughts of mine,
Truly angry, bliss, sublime.
It tantalizes down a line
For some reason
My mind set is treason.
Betraying whatever I see fit
To an endless extent.
Of insanity and torment.
Now you beast,
upon my intelligence you will feast.
Tear it apart,
Dont forget the heart,
The juices there ,
prove most rare.
So now my anger has subsided,
it is full and finished dining.
Cleansed of all thought I am blessed,
to the ground I am pressed.
Finished now and Forever more,
Leave me be.
Copyright ©
SedativeHappy
... [
2007-03-15 18:09:11] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Horrid
(User Rating: 1 ) by MisfitMe on
Thursday, 15th March 2007 @ 06:48:40 PM AEST (User
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I can only believe that in the purging of ones self, especially of these ill humors, we work our way towards the truth of peace...'til then kept alive in concept alone...good luck & good write!
BigLoveMuchPeace
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