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Array ( [sid] => 77182 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Assassin [time] => 2004-12-24 22:08:09 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I will kill you, your life means nothing to me
I spent monthes planning, tonight is the end
You lead a life of evil, killed and raped many
The only question now is how many people
Will show at your funeral, you are hated
Dont be scared, your death will be quick
I can now see your house,
You are alone, Suffocating your pain
With blankets of dark amber alcohol
Memories are deadlier than knives
As i enter your house,
My stealth is unmeasured, yet you grow suspicious
You somehow know you will meet satan
In a matter of minutes
As you painfully drain the rest of the whisky
I draw my gun, your vehicle too hell
You see me as you drop the bottle
You almost welcome death, no begs or cries
Just a humble acceptance,
As i pull the trigger, start your journey into the fire
I giggle, and as i see the blood appear
I am surprised the blood is red
I am laughing uncontrollably, hellishly
Your not dead yet, you curse my life
I make those your last words
As i send a bullet through your hear [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 31 [informant] => blacksabbath026 [notes] => Double Post Deleted Along with Comment: Re: Assassin (User Rating: 1) by ShadowsLuster on Thursday, December 30 2004 @ 00:52:35 CST (User Info | Send a Message) http://profiles.myspace.com/users/5341403 Also very cold. What has sparked this spree of hatred in your heart? a sudden crave for violence and revenge; death. If you've been cheated in love, just remember revenge doesnt do anything but spread the pain and there are always other people to love. On the poem, once again very powerful feel. It was very good I must say, very good. I think I got some mist in my eyes again! lol ^_^ by Moderator_15 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
Assassin

Contributed by blacksabbath026 on Friday, 24th December 2004 @ 10:08:09 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



I will kill you, your life means nothing to me
I spent monthes planning, tonight is the end
You lead a life of evil, killed and raped many
The only question now is how many people
Will show at your funeral, you are hated
Dont be scared, your death will be quick
I can now see your house,
You are alone, Suffocating your pain
With blankets of dark amber alcohol
Memories are deadlier than knives
As i enter your house,
My stealth is unmeasured, yet you grow suspicious
You somehow know you will meet satan
In a matter of minutes
As you painfully drain the rest of the whisky
I draw my gun, your vehicle too hell
You see me as you drop the bottle
You almost welcome death, no begs or cries
Just a humble acceptance,
As i pull the trigger, start your journey into the fire
I giggle, and as i see the blood appear
I am surprised the blood is red
I am laughing uncontrollably, hellishly
Your not dead yet, you curse my life
I make those your last words
As i send a bullet through your hear




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Re: Assassin (User Rating: 1 )
by autumngreeneyes on Friday, 24th December 2004 @ 11:02:42 PM AEST
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did you check the box so the mods could check your spelling? you might want to check in the future..your use of the word you're ..for you are .. and I'm sure as you read it over you noticed the bullet went through his hear.. that makes it comical..well..I guess if the assasin is really good..it could go through an ear LOL. overall though..I got the drift.


Re: Assassin (User Rating: 1 )
by subchild on Friday, 31st December 2004 @ 04:30:39 PM AEST
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well this was a waste to read..No flow no texture and it to me snds like a bad Joy dIVision rip off

Roxi




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