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Contributed by trackiller2006 on Monday, 29th January 2007 @ 06:05:49 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Why?
People ask their self this question everyday.
Yet not under the same context.
I have asked myself this question often in my life.
Why have I wasted my whole life in the pursuit of nothing?
Why am I alone when there are so many people in this world?
I have been given the answers to these questions many times from the people I thought I trusted most.
But their answers have crushed my spirit and destroyed my soul.
The answer they have given me is, You are not good enough to be happy.
Are they correct in this assumption?
Another question I ask myself everyday of my life since receiving the answer.
So I searched my soul for a solution to my problems.
And I came up with one conclusion: they dont deserve to live!
What right do they have to tell me that I dont deserve to be happy?!
I may not know joy in my life but they will not know what it is like to grow old!
Coming to this end has made me cold and cruel.
I wish that everyone in the world could feel the freedom I do in my choice.
I will destroy this world with the anger coursing through my body.
I will wreck havoc throughout this land with my murderous intent.
The world will know all to well the sadness that runs through me.
I will not rest until all of those people who have destroyed my reality are lying at my feet, their body in a bloody, ruinous state.
Until they know how their words have impacted my life.
For those that survive the coming destruction, I will offer sanctuary.
I will start a new world with my followers and rain down death upon those who oppose us.
Wewill be the new humanity.




Copyright © trackiller2006 ... [ 2007-01-29 18:05:49]
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Re: Questions (User Rating: 1 )
by ferasdour on Monday, 29th January 2007 @ 08:48:07 PM AEST
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hmm..... my life tends to be as such, hmm.....
how might i join your rein?



in case you didn't notice myremark pointed
out my fondness of your poem.


reality is for those with out control. (best not to ask if you dont see the humer)


Re: Questions (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Tuesday, 30th January 2007 @ 05:08:43 AM AEST
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you know i am amoung the followers. they will all know...we have to make them all know that the reality of our pain is far to real for them to understand....:)




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