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Proof

Dead flies and masochism
I'll burn her fuckin house down
I want you to piss on the ashes

Burning hair and melted manaquins
Rend flesh from bone with me
It'll all be fake in the morning

Planes and towers. falling bodies
Just take it in and smile
They at least bounce when they hit bottom

Come covered baby corpses
Grin at all that is humanity
We'll cut their wrists and drink

Adopted adolescent punching bags
They're here for our amusement
It's not rape if they can't scream

BATHE IN THE GLORY OF MY FAVORITE NIGHTMARE!
Bask in the glow of their boddies!
This is the future i hand to my child
Before i throw away the napkin!

You say you love life
You say it's all we got

Fucking prove it.

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On Wednesday October 4th, 2006, dying angel (1307) writes:

whoa. the first stanza was a slap in the face. very bitter piece here. so much anger. [maybe a little too much]. catchy.

On Tuesday October 3rd, 2006, Alanarchy (1697) writes:

Damn. Your swinging hammers here, man. Great stuff! write on. "Burning hair, and melted manaiquins." Wicked.

On Monday October 2nd, 2006, An Expired Member (25) writes:

"Planes and towers. falling bodies Just take it in and smile They at least bounce when they hit bottom" Wow.. that's poignant. I liked this piece.

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