Something's hiding in the shadows
creeping up behind the one remaining
survivors' guilty souls.
I may need some therapy
while this world rapes me
listening to the clothes tear,
makes me clench my heart like my fist.
Then raise it in the air,
proudly waving it like a flag.
Still beating, I offer it to you.
On a plate with catsup on the side,
you lean in with your steak knife.
Now I can say that I can,
make my own disaster.
It will not make the time go by faster,
because eternity seems to last forever.
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whew, nice.
I may need some therapy
while this world rapes me
great word choice -
very strong language, hope ur okay?
keep writting and take care
Stephanie
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GREAT
LOVED IT
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thank you, speaking of disaster i have a bad feeling about November 11th of this year. My predictions have never been wrong.
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