Cross eyed
blurred lipped
windows slurred and creased
A screaming red froth comes forth from our insides
and we all make a point to not mention our back sides
And we want all you assholes
with those "humble" attires to realize
that you cannot possibly get any higher
And we all die in vain . . .
The pain of surrender still fresh in our minds
And I know for a fact that no matter our belief
or how well we live out our lives in His name
We will all still have the gruesome pleasure
of going out with the "bang"
of His cock in our asses.
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Written February 21st, 2006
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Shadow Rose - you definately have talent! What a picture
Getting blanked by God as we die. THat never crossed my mind.
But what anger you must have built up. Use it up by writing. You'll go far. -
you know Taryn, even though the first version was disturbing to me as your mother, it was raw and honest and somehow that made it better. No one ever gets acoulades for bucking the norm. The poem was good even though it was hard to read. I don't think you should have changed it if it's how you felt.
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this poem is another one of my favorites to read
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