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new poem...wrote it a week or so ago, and i'm finally done tweaking it...
"Sacred"
Lost
In
Morbid
Monologue
Choking
On
Bullets
Of
Fear
Temper
Takes
Over
Seeking
Peace
Through
Pain
Hope
For
The
Hopeless
Pity
Me
Not
For
I
Am
NOT
Broken
Yet
Losing
Streak
Unstoppable
Madness
Of
Spirit
By
Way
Of
Homicide
(I
Didn’t
Do
It
Did
I?)
Music
Becomes
Release
Muted
Noise
Coming
From
Out
There
Choose
Not
To
Listen
And
You
Too
Can
Be
Set
Free
From
Mortal
Coils
With
The
Help
Of
Suicidal
Vengence
Let
It
Consume
You
Avenge
Thy
Regrets
Release, oh sweet
Release…
What
Happens
When
Release
No
Longer
Makes
The
Cut?
When
Music
Doesn’t
Listen
Anymore
When
You
Too
Become
What
I
Am
The
Hated
Inner
Peace
Fails
You
Theraputic
Guru
Please
Make
An
Example
Of
Me
And
My
Mental
Defect
Train
Me
Like
A
Dog
PLEASE
Fix
Me
BULLSHIT
Every
Second
That
Passes
With
Its
Signiture
Swiftness
Reminds
Me
That
I
Have
One
Less
Second
Of
Misery
To
Live
Through
On
This
PATHETIC
Planet
Surrealism
Is
Denial
In
Disguise
Gullibility
Of
The
Masses
Shrill
Noise
Muted
Ignorant
Conversation
Muted
PAINFULLY
NAÏVE
Conversation
MUTED!
Listen
To
The
Void
And
Listen
To
The
Sweet
Sounds
Of
RELEASE
NO
Angelic
Choir,
Simply
The
Melodic
Honey
Tones
Of
Black
SILENCE
Death
Comes
Quickly
Just
In
Time,
To
Swim
In
Pools
Of
My
Damned
Blood
SUBMERGE
Yourself
And
My
Scarred
Soul
Will
Tell
You
The
Divine
Secret
That
NOTHING
IS
SACRED
ANYMORE…
-a.
7:01 pm
8.5.03
"Sacred"
Lost
In
Morbid
Monologue
Choking
On
Bullets
Of
Fear
Temper
Takes
Over
Seeking
Peace
Through
Pain
Hope
For
The
Hopeless
Pity
Me
Not
For
I
Am
NOT
Broken
Yet
Losing
Streak
Unstoppable
Madness
Of
Spirit
By
Way
Of
Homicide
(I
Didn’t
Do
It
Did
I?)
Music
Becomes
Release
Muted
Noise
Coming
From
Out
There
Choose
Not
To
Listen
And
You
Too
Can
Be
Set
Free
From
Mortal
Coils
With
The
Help
Of
Suicidal
Vengence
Let
It
Consume
You
Avenge
Thy
Regrets
Release, oh sweet
Release…
What
Happens
When
Release
No
Longer
Makes
The
Cut?
When
Music
Doesn’t
Listen
Anymore
When
You
Too
Become
What
I
Am
The
Hated
Inner
Peace
Fails
You
Theraputic
Guru
Please
Make
An
Example
Of
Me
And
My
Mental
Defect
Train
Me
Like
A
Dog
PLEASE
Fix
Me
BULLSHIT
Every
Second
That
Passes
With
Its
Signiture
Swiftness
Reminds
Me
That
I
Have
One
Less
Second
Of
Misery
To
Live
Through
On
This
PATHETIC
Planet
Surrealism
Is
Denial
In
Disguise
Gullibility
Of
The
Masses
Shrill
Noise
Muted
Ignorant
Conversation
Muted
PAINFULLY
NAÏVE
Conversation
MUTED!
Listen
To
The
Void
And
Listen
To
The
Sweet
Sounds
Of
RELEASE
NO
Angelic
Choir,
Simply
The
Melodic
Honey
Tones
Of
Black
SILENCE
Death
Comes
Quickly
Just
In
Time,
To
Swim
In
Pools
Of
My
Damned
Blood
SUBMERGE
Yourself
And
My
Scarred
Soul
Will
Tell
You
The
Divine
Secret
That
NOTHING
IS
SACRED
ANYMORE…
-a.
7:01 pm
8.5.03