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Levels of Existence
By Angel With The Scabbed Wings
Pure as the blood of the innocent,
yet tainted as the soul of the pedofile.
The weak make their decent,
To the hell known as earth.
The righteous elevate to a plain of mental peace,
yet the righteous could care the least,
for they are already settled in our hell.
There they live comfortably and in peace.
Abuse your mind and it will listen.
Use your mind and it will glisten.
Amuse your mind and it will blissen.
The beauty of Pain
sometimes falls like the rain,
but the beauty of bliss
I have known not to exist.
Beat the Flesh.
Pamper the soul.
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Copyright 2004 Angel With The Scabbed Wings
Published on Wednesday, April 28, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Levels of Existence"
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A former member wrote:
i dont know what to say i just loved it all i can say is i wish i can write like that
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On Wednesday, September 8, 2004, Dayer
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wrote:
Love the ending, love the way your words flow, **faves** Greta job :)
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On Saturday, May 29, 2004, murder_in_clubland
(384) wrote:
this is amazingly lovely very very nice~ss
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A former member wrote:
*sigh* You are my new favorite...you words blend so well.
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On Wednesday, April 28, 2004, manywalks
(747) wrote:
I especially liked the third stanza. Wonderful little write this was, thanks. ~ mw
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