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ok seriously... what started to be a jealousy poem became a rap about a s**t... hell yea haha.
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I have a friend.
No, he is not a killer as the poem title suggests.
Unless you consider Call of Duty killing.
He is currently twelve or thirteen, I..
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What is your weapon of choice?
Is it a blade?
Is it a gun?
Is it the supernatural?
Perhaps it is what you believe in that defines your weapon pref..
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i feel sorry for ever writing this..
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perhaps there is more to add but i think i twisted my brain dry for this.
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a code that i hope to follow by, which incorporates many things from life, philosophy, law, and war, to set a balance hopefully in my life.
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I dream of a day, or better yet, a time when emotions did not exist at all.
I would not feel things the way that I do now.
I would not feel sick to ..
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medical definition- a drug that causes one to hallucinate, most commonly refered as a hallucinogen is the drug LSD.
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starts as a self examination and turns into a biblical-style piece
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my psychotic insanity!
is only equalled by my sudden burst of loving of life.
two sides of me, dazzled by philosophies that i've come to live by.
T..
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