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[sid] => 69844
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Singing Your Eulogy
[time] => 2004-11-02 13:36:11
[hometext] => [Your Eulogy would be what is said about you at your funeral]
[bodytext] => A pathetic exuse for a saviour No real beauty or delicious flavor No face to be seen, not a voice to be heard This dead little soul got what she deserved And here's my apology For singing your Eulogy But Im awaiting your tragedy To happen right infront of me I Cant Wait A sickening tone was recorded of that voice of yours, how sordid All your explanations, obsurd i did not believe one single word Theres no contrite heart like mine I will prove that to you in time Now release that warm glow shine let me describe it in a rhyme It's Not Too Late There's still a position on that cloud where God said you were allowed Be careful though, he may of lied When you reach those gates, you may be denied Would you like me to push you that extra bit further? I'd be honered to be there at your murder Even more so, since it was done by my hand I'm imagining it now, it would be so grand And can I be the one to write your Eulogy? I beg, I beg give that me! Can I be the one to sing it out loud? I'll do it so well, I'll sing it so proud Can I sing it to you, just b-fore you go Cos' there's still a few things I'd like you to know Well ive hated you always, every step you tread and it's the truth when i say, I wish you were dead [comments] => 4 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Deleterious_Dislike [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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