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"Important Things are Dying"



its not a big deal

but if felt so real



i dreamed i woke up to talk to you

but i was talking so stupid my mouth needed glue,



it was dark &&

i was lying on my bed



[why the fuck is this running through my head?]



out came the ringtone

in came your voice

up went the slider

my words weren't my choice



"i'm sorry, i'm delarious

i've been working all day..



you think that's halarious

&& you want me to come play?"



off goes your voice along with my phone

my room is pitch black && i'm all alone



i try over && over to turn it back on

but the screen remains black

-something is wrong.



so i reach across my bed to turn on

the light that's on my table



-it stays black



i get up but everything's unstable



i wonder if all this is happening because i've been lying...



"But my most important things seem to be dying."

"KILL, KILL, KILL"



i walk in the house,



"i'm sorry i'm late."



who am i talking too?

you dead bodies lay limp in the crate.



because i killed you, you, and you.



yea that's right your all dead

i made you mother fuckers

eat some fucking lead!!!



and all these hard long years, i thought i was the worst of the runts

[chuckles]

but look who's laughing now you silly little cunts!



what?

what was that?

i can't hear you.



awe, why so glum?

you're lookin a little blue..



oh,

that's right,

i shot your ass dead.

the blood still runs red out of your head.



awe good times,

don't you remember the pain?

if you were still alive

i'd bet you wouldn't look at me the same.



would you?



i'd bet you wouldn't play the ol' ridicule game.



would you?





now you know

i Am your god.



i may have not givin you your life.

but i Sure as fuck had the power to take it away,



but if you'll excuse me,

i must go on with my day.

"Sounds Like Sex"

(i changed the title)



once upon a time,

there was a girl with nothing



this is her story

she lived her life with bloodshed

-and loved when it got gory.



at the current time she's been having some troubles



she wants to get fucked && see doubled doubles.



she just wants to escape her fucked reality

she just wants to come across her final fatality



this girl doesn't die



-she's infinite.



she's stuck in this tragic play

where all die in the end

everyone of course, except her && her friend.



they count as one

because you can't get one without the other

there's good ol' Rascal and his little brother.



she needs their help,

their love,

their affection.

without them she'd leap in the intersection.



she needs her old pals back

-they help compensate everything that she may lack.



she needs her first love,

her lil Rascal..

she craves for his sharp bite



[its too much of a struggle, she'll no longer fight]



she lusts for his cool caress against her pale warm flesh

fucking her gently



[is she doing this for refresh?]



he's making her smile && clench her teeth at the same time.

he's making her giggle && cry as it starts to clime

making her cum,

she feels sublime.



as the warm sweet iron lust comes to escape from her inside

her mental pain starts to subside.



but unlike Rascal

Philip,

she could not hide.



this man,

mmmmm,

he liked to party

-&& in this there's no lies.

when she walked with him she got the butterflies.



her vision got blurred.

she wobbles from let to right

but she most definitely can handle the fight



she's starting to feel good

-comfortably numb.

until the men with the uniforms come.

forcing them into her mouth,

raping her of her free spirit,

her will to not live, s

he gags up everything Philip has given to her:



-her free feeling comfort

-her lack of remorse

-her final moment

-her apathetic soul



she is still out there && living



trying to find new things to satisfy her crave,

trying to find something to potentially send her to her grave.

"Possession"



she wakes up in the morning



[she doesn't get up]



her alarm clock goes off



she doesn't even flinch



she's exausted.



not moving an inch.



maybe she's dead.

i mean look,

there is her blood draining from her head.



hey check this out.



but don't freak out.



please don't shout.



you can't be sad so don't pout.



look at her.

make an observation,

do you see that big smile

just above the deep abrasion?



you see?



you see the extacy

she's killed herself to

escape you and me.



ha ha isn't this great?!

you see that evil grin?!

let us celebrate get the juice and jin!



look at her pale limp body

i got an idea:

lets get drunk Right here

and do the naughty naughty!



what??



don't look at me like i'm stupid

its not like we're doin it in front of a dead cupid.



okay.

okay. lets not play.



lets get rid of this corpse

fire up the oven && polish up the forks.

break out the fine china

cuz we're about to feast

bust out the fancy carvers &&

cut into this beast.



because there's nothing finer tasting than a free spirit i

f you listen carefully you can almost hear it,



the screaming,

the laughing,

the crying out for help.

inquizitively asking if she had a final yelp.



i look at her soulless body on the candle-lit table

i start to compulsively shake && cannot remain stable

just looking at her last spite filled snare

it has enough rage to put Manson in fear.



the lights go off all through the house

i quickly glance over to look for my spouse.

he was just going to bring out the wine

-a couple minutes ago



i would think he was fine



as i walk through the parlor && into the kitchen

he's hanging in the air,

body's not twitchin'.



i dash to get him down but slip in some blood

i look up hysterically as fast as i could



where did this come from?



i look at my husband

-he's 100% clean.



i frantically jump up && my bloody body is to be seen.



suddenly there was the shrieking sound,

the cops bust in to find a lifeless body on the ground.



they look up to see my husband suspended in the air.

they also found our main course one the table with her furious smile of despair.



"whoa frank, look at this slaughter

these sick fucks were going to eat their daughter!"



"okay, we need to think of a good story,

one that could get the job done && send us to our glory."



Headline:

"Mother and Father almost Eat their Daughter!"



"The father went mad and craved

the final slaughter.

he killed off his wife then took

his own life."

"Kill The Ladybug"

(during p.e. today)



you think you're pretty

but i know that you are smug

DIE! you ladybug

"I Hate Haikus"

(during history today)



i so hate haikus

they are really hard to write

gad damn it, screw this.

"I Am So Hungry"



i am so hungry

Frosted Shredded Bite Sized Wheats

you make me happy =]

"I Am God"



We will stay up together && watch the sun rise.

Hell will freeze over one day.

Electrifying emotions will sweep the nation when that day comes.

Never underestimate my power.



I can make you smile && laught, but i can also make you grimace in pain.



Seduce the devil. -he will only make you stonger.

Abscence of the mind makes life go by much faster && much easier.

You will never experience this though.



Furious people will try to stop you.

Unifying against your power,

Cursing your strength.

-Knights of "Him", the Great Almighty;



God himself.

Obscenity is the only way for me though,

Discontent with taking one life;



I want them all.



Refresh washes over your body

Extacy will flow rapidy through your veins.

Attempts to artificially create this high will fail miserably.

Love can't measure up to it.

Lust comes close.

Young minds are the best to corrupt.



Muffling the innocence by the grip of rage.

Enlightened by morbid thoughts,

Against the "greater" power.

Never fight with me; i will win.



"Fighting never solves anything." Wrong. fighting solves Everything.

Unity proves nothing.

Countless amounts of men and women have died for sticking together.

Knife in hand; stick it into your religion; stick it into your god.



My problems can never be solved.

Eccentric minds can never be repaired.



Beautiful bodies are now covered in blood.

Electricity now pulsing through the air.

"Crazy" people are now the only ones left.

Abandoned houses and churches are now the only ones standing stong.

Utopia? no more. nothing left. empty.

Synthesizing the original apocolypse.

Every sould is mine.



I will own all of you sons of bitches && all of you filthy whores.



Attack me && you will become aquaintant with my wrath.

Magnificent fires will roam the streets && strike at the wonderous wollowing sould that i have yet to claim.



Godless minds will be the ones left,

Overwhelmed by my power.

Deciding; I may not be god, but I have more than enough power to take him down with me.



I Am the antichrist.



Aquaintance with me will be life altering.

Monstrosity to all "gods" creations.



Precious oubursts of profounity.

Obviously, "god" would be jealous of the antichrists;

-We can sin.

Eternity of black magic keeps our kind thriving.

Resist order. That's the only rule.