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Dear Mr Bad-manDear Mr. Bad man You took me away Pulled me off the street Why must I pay? My friend lays dead Somewhere beyond the lights Oh why did you hurt him? What of his rights? I had a sister She was young She resisted Her neck was wrung And I did nothing I watched and cried Now you've got me wishing That I had died But yet here I sit Gagged and bound Lying in your basement Never to be found Men came down here Everyday They bend and brake me They have their way I have lost my scream Don't bother to yellDear Mr Bad-man


A dying handYou worship the figments You hide in your mind Living in long darkness Until you are blindA dying hand
You know you are trapped A mere copy in time And your searching for a plan To help escape your crime
You want to escape You want to be free You want to walk back
And glance once more at me
But now I am nothing
And no longer bear a heart I feel naught but clouded memories Look elsewear for your start
I see you fall to your knees I watch you remember Of a time many years ago In the middle of december


He's coming.....He's coming with a vengence He's coming for a fight I know he's gonna hurt me Just to make things rightHe's coming.....
I will remain standing I won't feel the pain Even as he drowns me
In the fury of his reign
I won't run and hide
Yet I won't stand and fight Cause I know that I deserve this As he approaches in the night
The sharpness of his tongue It cuts like a blade And I can't help but reel back To hide away in the shade
But pretty soon I feel it The roughness of his grip He thrusts me to the ground
And the tear
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I Am A Vampire Ninja From The Hidden Village Of Hell
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I shall take on the world with a crayon!
AND I WILL BE VICTORIOUS!
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Metatron: Do you go around drenching everyone who comes into your room with flame-retardant chemicals? No wonder you're single. ¬¬
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you tiny little life forms. . .
you precious little life forms. . .
where are you?
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I shall take on the world with a crayon!
AND I WILL BE VICTORIOUS!
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I shall take on the world with a crayon!
AND I WILL BE VICTORIOUS!
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I shall take on the world with a crayon!
AND I WILL BE VICTORIOUS!
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Poetry can only be described as a rythmic spoken word. Often encoded with a greater message.
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