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BANG BALLS
FREEDOM OF SPEECH NOTHING SHOULD BE IMPOSED
IDEAS NOT LEECHED ONLY CREATIVELY COMPOSED |
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Blood Lust. A twist of the torso A twitch of the flesh Each strike I take Is better than the rest The slamming of the fist I know I've not missed Again and again I let it flow My knuckles now white and cold I summon each punch With zest and feel Embedding them with a hit of steel I see the blood But I feel no pain For with each strike I take I see a face I hate I hit and I hit Till it's set on repeat I learn to hit where it will kill For I fight not to injure But to draw blood Blood not of my own But the crimson of my foes For their blood I lust And will one day draw I strengthen myself more and more To keep them running I turn to hate With scorn and disgust In them I soar Their souls mine for the taking For myself I will prepare this killing I lust their blood More than God's mighty floods I compose myself I take my aim And once again I start this cycle Of hit, punch and restore For their blood I seek And will one day meet I will keep this hatred aflame With gusto and pain I will make them pay For sins they made on that day For hatred is insufficient To express what I feel They will pay for their sins For what they've in the past committed Vengeance is what keeps me afloat As I sail in solitude in this hateful boat. |
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