Untitled 03A Poem by Donkey!2004-08-16 Don’t know what I’m here for, don’t know what to f****n’ do anymore! Except to curse your messiah and flip the cross the right way. F**k your hypocritical talk as I become the beast, six-six-six to say the least, I’ll find your damn soul and feast! Stream me more of your bullshit, possessed or not, this is it! I’ll take you all on, till you’re all gone. Pathetic, go call on your god. I’ll call on the only savior, the Giver of pain and hate, as your god f****n’ waits. Go ahead and pray... just stay the f**k away! F**k my abomination and this contraption. Just wait until the end of today and I’ll fulfill my domination. Steal your soul... give it to me! This is the way, it has to be. Controlling you is feeding me... it’s the only way, it must be... this is it... © 2009 Donkey! |
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Added on April 25, 2009 AuthorDonkey!Jacksonville, NCAboutMy poems are from when I was in High School. They're old and I was young, and probably could've been written with a better flow, so bear with me. I myself am currently enlisted in the Marine Corps.. more..Writing
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