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I loathe you.      From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness      Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyeilding.      Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...      To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind      "Black as holes within a memory"      The daunting truth of the brutalisation      My unsound justice is left unserved...      My rage lives on, fed by the dream of nightmares uncensored to my eyes      Ever to be sought your death comes to me on swift winds      Like a bad handshake your name leaves me dead inside, with a taste in my mouth that will leave you spitting blood!      Like memories left unchecked, imaginative images claw into my mind's eye giving life to the blood of comic book reenactments      Pictures are dark while tones of my hate are made bright      These forces are relentless...      Dark clouds roll in but the sun peaks through into our realm      For a time my vengeance seems less fleeting...      A new day is afoot and my nemesis close at hand      The end for you my friend is my beginning to be!
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Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
A Friend Best Forgotten
I loathe you.      From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness      Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyeilding.      Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...      To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind      "Black as holes within a memory"      The daunting truth of the brutalisation      My unsound justice is left unserved...      My rage lives on, fed by the dream of nightmares uncensored to my eyes      Ever to be sought your death comes to me on swift winds      Like a bad handshake your name leaves me dead inside, with a taste in my mouth that will leave you spitting blood!      Like memories left unchecked, imaginative images claw into my mind's eye giving life to the blood of comic book reenactments      Pictures are dark while tones of my hate are made bright      These forces are relentless...      Dark clouds roll in but the sun peaks through into our realm      For a time my vengeance seems less fleeting...      A new day is afoot and my nemesis close at hand      The end for you my friend is my beginning to be!
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andrew-kerklaan
Canadian
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
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