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A Poem by Morticka

To scream, would mean to free my soul.

To tell you of your crime against us, would be to release a burden.

To stand upon a point above all others, would mean I was in a proper place to scream.

Just remember, this show is for you.

Your vanity witholds my turmoil, I pray you are proud tonight.

Satisfied to be intoxicated by materialism.

Goodnight, no 'I love you's to be mentioned.

© 2009 Morticka


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Hello. I am Morticka. This is my refuge. I can say what I please. No one knows me here. more..

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