Iridescent DelleriumA Poem by Beatrice MarsSo what are we to do about this evil? (who wants to be a millionaire?)
So what are we to do about this evil? We fight this war because we want to not so that we can destroy our enemies (who is really evil if we all want this war) is it bad that I enjoy killing those who seek to destroy me? does that make me worse than my enemies? the greater of two evils who is to decide? I’m not sure Do you have a(n exemplary) candidate, one who is qualified? Military Tattoo Taboo Come sort me out give me a good beating you know you want to (besides I deserve it) Cat on the piano Scratch my eyes out The legacy is nothing it's not real I wanted it to be real (f**k the legacy) when will she be back ? (nobody knows) let's keep it that way What ever happened to 2400 hours? it is a 24 hour clock is it not? I’ve been up all night. Can you see yourself Do you know you're all grey and gohsty Did you die? I don't remember you dieing I think you are I think this is a dream I hope so Abdicate Chop off my head Which would you prefer? cat in the piano Makes no nice noise Slits in your wrists Respect? That don't sound like much of a compliment Don't Rate me Hate me Slate me Just don't judge me Delirium (cancer of the mind) Stretch out to the final existence the only extreme (is) iridescent Regardless I know what I was meant to write this is not it. (not me)
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3 Reviews Added on August 28, 2008 Last Updated on December 28, 2008 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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