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Runlet

Contributed by hakai on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 05:38:34 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



We sit around and pick up the gun we have nothing else to live for so let have a little fun put one bullet in we gather in a circle even god joins in he wants to end it to put the gun on the floor and watch it spin around who’s it gana be is it you is it me as you watch it spin time slows down second turn to hours you might final end you life today as the gun starts to slow down your life flashes before your eyes you relive all the reasons why you are in the reasons why you wanted to end it you stop the gun and pick it up put it in you mouth and start to pull the trigger click click click no lock you point it at your god and ask him “WHY” WHY must I live my life this way WHY must I live with this insanity WHY must I live in fear every day WHY must I live with gilt for **** I never did WHY do you treat you creations this way ****ing them all to live in this hell you call earth I have had enough its all going to end you pull the trigger and hit his head he hits the ground that ***** is dead you killed you god now there is nothing to believe in threes noting to have faith in the world goes to hell worst hen you would expect it were dose a god go when he dies you’re the prince of darkness you kill god you are the king of ****ing darkness you can do anything you put another bullet in the gun and keep playing the game maybe the next one might me for you




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Re: Runlet (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 06:51:31 PM AEST
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wow...very disturbing, yet interesting ...makes me want to read it again.


Re: Runlet (User Rating: 1 )
by Quilted_rag_doll on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 08:40:15 PM AEST
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'who’s it gana be.
is it you is it me'

nice job...i like how its a deathly version of 'spin the bottle' but with different results...

Auryn


Re: Runlet (User Rating: 1 )
by AmyLee4Ever on Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 06:36:22 PM AEST
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Umm... this one is somewhat distubing, but it is really good. It is awesome that you wrote about this. Writes like this take you off the normal track of life and go into this other world. Even if it is a distubing world, it is a good poem because if someone can make you go into another world they are a good writer. The only thing that I would like to see here is it not be in a pragraph form. Nice write...
Jodi




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