The chilling things

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
its a new poem from meeeee.....im still alive!!

Submitted: May 29, 2009

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Submitted: May 29, 2009

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Get it straight down to the thin line.
The colored lines that make me feel so fine.
Into you and out of me.
Either way we'll never be free.
Stuck in the threshold called society.
Its the whore whos been riding me.
Called the times of the end.
But thats where all the fun begins.
Those who see the death of a world are true gods.
And any one who tells you different is damn frauds.
Burn the priest i say.
So we dont hear of another dark day.
Come inside and become one of the fragile ones.
Fuck the ppl with there bibles and guns.
War is your religion.
Because something thats not there killed your vision.
Saints are whores and whores are saints.
So much blood and only one color it paints.
Have a great fucking day.


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