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My Plague
Contributed by
m4gg07_w0lf
on
Friday, 29th December 2006 @ 10:20:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Like that of the fire at its peak,
Like that of the water when it rages on high,
Like that of the stone that towers in the sky,
Like that of the wind that twists the gravel into spears
I will sweep across your land like a plague.
Don't stop to look behind you for I am at your back,
Amity is what you lack.
Aggression,
in obsession.
Believe in only what you see
Do you now believe in me?
I crave for your animosity, I grow with every passing moment,
I am at my peak when the world is in its highest torment.
Like that of night as day passes away,
Like that of the bull that charges for no reason,
Like that of the ever changing seasons,
Like that of what rots and decays,
I will grip onto your blood-filled neck and ring you dry.
Dont stop to see what guides you,
What you despise is whats inside you.
Obsession,
into regression.
Believe in only what you see
Do you now believe in me?
I am the plague, I am your fear,
I am the only one here,
I pull you forward, I'm what drives you to run,
I pull a knife and thats when the dancing is truly fun.
Believe in only what you see
Now do you believe in me?
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Re: My Plague
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by shelby on
Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 12:48:48 AM AEST
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Seething with emotion. I liked the meter it flowed as if one was angered .
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Re: My Plague
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by priss on
Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 08:07:29 PM AEST
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| "i pull a knife and that's when the dancing is truly fun"-my favorite part, kinda gave me goosebumps. great poem! |
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