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Legion edited this post 3 weeks, 3 days ago. Read the previous text »
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Legion edited this post 3 weeks, 3 days ago. Read the previous text »
Poem: Seven chapters.
WARNING!!!: This poem is very dark, and some people might find offense to this.
This poem is about hatred, in the deepest sense of the word. How tired i am of the world around me, and everyone living it it. Call this a rage outburst.
Should you however respect the way it’s written or have a general comment “No bashing please”. I would really apreciate it if you would comment underneath.
I would say enjoy but that wouldn’t make sense. so good read.
[End of warning]
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Seven chapters
Surging through my veins, unrestrained
The hatred boils fiercely, flowing fast
For once not aimed to myself today.
This pressure cannot be contained.
Loathing all who despise me.
Hatefully walking the streets, eyes dark.
Staring upon the people who deceive
Thoughts of anguish a comforting bliss
The urge to strike them down, leave my mark.
Hurt to those who play blind.
The emotions of anger seem to point to all.
Fat people skinny people old and young.
All races and religions, every last one.
The urge to assault them, make them fall.
Revenge for the years lost.
Now not all people deserve such a fate.
To collide with a tyrant, a lost one.
A soul tormented by pasts, unclear.
But for some, time has run out, too late.
Suffering for those who stare.
Sick in my mind? No damaged within.
Drilled in arts of anger, my new domain.
Remaining emotions put aside, locked away.
Preparing to destroy, Revenge can begin.
Gift of forgiveness run out.
Rage to unleash, trapped for too long.
Caged within skin, muscles and bone.
Now from depth of heart freed at last.
Seeding the seeds, the old me gone.
Reap my torment you will.
The final chapter the last left to tell.
The seven that plagued me, so long.
Guilt as a weapon, the knowledge I’ve failed.
At living a life on earth, Not in hell.
The burden is theirs to keep now.
Legion.
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Legion edited this post 3 weeks, 3 days ago. Read the previous text »
Poem: Seven chapters.
WARNING!!!: This poem is very dark, and some people might find offense to this.
This poem is about hatred, in the deepest sense of the word. How tired i am of the world around me, and everyone living in it. Call this a rage outburst.
Should you however respect the way it’s written or have a general comment “No bashing please”. I would really apreciate it if you would comment underneath.
I would say enjoy but that wouldn’t make sense. so good read.
[End of warning]
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****
*****
****
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*
Seven chapters
Surging through my veins, unrestrained
The hatred boils fiercely, flowing fast
For once not aimed to myself today.
This pressure cannot be contained.
Loathing all who despise me.
Hatefully walking the streets, eyes dark.
Staring upon the people who deceive
Thoughts of anguish a comforting bliss
The urge to strike them down, leave my mark.
Hurt to those who play blind.
The emotions of anger seem to point to all.
Fat people skinny people old and young.
All races and religions, every last one.
The urge to assault them, make them fall.
Revenge for the years lost.
Now not all people deserve such a fate.
To collide with a tyrant, a lost one.
A soul tormented by pasts, unclear.
But for some, time has run out, too late.
Suffering for those who stare.
Sick in my mind? No damaged within.
Drilled in arts of anger, my new domain.
Remaining emotions put aside, locked away.
Preparing to destroy, Revenge can begin.
Gift of forgiveness run out.
Rage to unleash, trapped for too long.
Caged within skin, muscles and bone.
Now from depth of heart freed at last.
Seeding the seeds, the old me gone.
Reap my torment you will.
The final chapter the last left to tell.
The seven that plagued me, so long.
Guilt as a weapon, the knowledge I’ve failed.
At living a life on earth, Not in hell.
The burden is theirs to keep now.
Legion.
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Legion edited this post 3 weeks, 2 days ago. Read the previous text »
Poem: Seven chapters
WARNING!!!: This poem is about hatred in the deepest sense of the word. Some people might be severely desturbed or revolted by this. This poem is also dark, very dark.
It’s about how fed up i am with everyone around me, with everything thats going on in the world around me, and how i’m downright disgusted with my past.
So read on your own accord and at your own risk. Should you apreaciate the poem though, or respect me for the way i write it out, i would like to know. Please leave a reply.
I would say enjoy but that wouldn’t make much sense. So good read.
[end of warning]
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****
*****
****
***
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*
Seven chapters
Surging through my veins, unrestrained
The hatred boils fiercely, flowing fast
For once not aimed to myself today.
This pressure cannot be contained.
Loathing all who despise me.
Hatefully walking the streets, eyes dark.
Staring upon the people who deceive
Thoughts of anguish a comforting bliss
The urge to strike them down, leave my mark.
Hurt to those who play blind.
The emotions of anger seem to point to all.
Fat people skinny people old and young.
All races and religions, every last one.
The urge to assault them, make them fall.
Revenge for the years lost.
Now not all people deserve such a fate.
To collide with a tyrant, a lost one.
A soul tormented by pasts, unclear.
But for some, time has run out, too late.
Suffering for those who stare.
Sick in my mind? No damaged within.
Drilled in arts of anger, my new domain.
Remaining emotions put aside, locked away.
Preparing to destroy, Revenge can begin.
Gift of forgiveness run out.
Rage to unleash, trapped for too long.
Caged within skin, muscles and bone.
Now from depth of heart freed at last.
Seeding the seeds, the old me gone.
Reap my torment you will.
The final chapter the last left to tell.
The seven that plagued me, so long.
Guilt as a weapon, the knowledge I’ve failed.
At living a life on earth, Not in hell.
The burden is theirs to keep now.
Legion.
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