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Spit
Contributed by
rhei76
on
Sunday, 27th June 2004 @ 12:09:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
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And the Gods said to the creaton
Beast what maimed you
And whots courage did ye find
to bring you to here
Ye were made of after birth
And cow tongue
Who told you not to run
Ye was an accident
Of a drunken conception
We of the golden rule
Need not of ye's intolerable
Ignorance
We just want you to leave
Go, Go
Ye mucky slime of oder
Leave before our patients lag
Only those of the brighter hour
Are called amoungst our present
So go
A go
But my lords
Said the dumb beast
Shut up you filth
Not a word is yours
This is the gathering of the gods
Who has called upon you
And with the shame full eyes of what he is, he steps back, trying to regain his compossure
Small pools of salt and hurt
Glissen the shine of doubt
Ye best answer this counsel
Before ye's head is severed
From your pitifull existance
Small pools dried
Ye fathers and wives
Have sent me to thy death
A death that prouds me so
So by the time my head touches the Earth
Ye gods will be gods no more
HE LIES, yells a member
OFF WITH HIS HEAD
KILL THAT F...
WE ARE THE GODS................
...and with the departure of the mooks head...
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2004-06-27 12:09:41]
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Re: Spit
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by pixie on
Sunday, 27th June 2004 @ 12:12:45 PM AEST
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wow, great poem Rhei....
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