poem whore Poems

men I have killed their lifes I dream
I am sick of what you call reality
my fellow american's you sicken me
fat and lazy watching your TV
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Off holding my own
in land with a country it doesn't own
name less people with frowns bullits upside down
they all turn into dark shadows
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The weeping of my lover's heart
can set a fire in my mind

I can change the world for her
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hand on my foot
apple on the tree
who here will read me
these thoughts of mine
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I am the bringer of death
and I destroyer of life
crushing conceret with
the flick of my i
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I am sickend by what I see
things that should be
kept between the two
when at nights NEEDS.
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