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Proof
By Drifter
Dead flies and masochism
I'll burn her fuckin house down
I want you to piss on the ashes
Burning hair and melted manaquins
Rend flesh from bone with me
It'll all be fake in the morning
Planes and towers. falling bodies
Just take it in and smile
They at least bounce when they hit bottom
Come covered baby corpses
Grin at all that is humanity
We'll cut their wrists and drink
Adopted adolescent punching bags
They're here for our amusement
It's not rape if they can't scream
BATHE IN THE GLORY OF MY FAVORITE NIGHTMARE!
Bask in the glow of their boddies!
This is the future i hand to my child
Before i throw away the napkin!
You say you love life
You say it's all we got
Fucking prove it.
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© 2006 Drifter
Published on Monday, October 2, 2006.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, October 3, 2006, Alanarchy
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wrote:
Damn. Your swinging hammers here, man. Great stuff! write on. "Burning hair, and melted manaiquins." Wicked.
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A former member wrote:
"Planes and towers. falling bodies
Just take it in and smile
They at least bounce when they hit bottom" Wow.. that's poignant. I liked this piece.
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