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Blade of Hate
Blade of Hate Rip out my bruised and battered heart fire that shot, you must start. The cuts have soaked the floor so red hell no, not yet am I, the fool dead! Slide back into this bloody little room give some more pain and slashing gloom. You laugh so gleefully at my great pain as if your heart isn't a stinking stain. Spit out that blackened heart you chew this world weeps at the evil you do. Shove in more deep, slicing razor blades stab into more late midnight raids. Now you can walk on the blood that has dried spin your lies and pretend this soul has died. Stand in false pride at the gory little scene eat out my heart , liver and my busted spleen! Stab me with a blade of hate burned in so deep. Finish me as now weak and dying, I go to sleep! 10-21-1973. robertjlindley This is from long, long ago. Back when anger and passion flowed like a river from me! My first wife tore my soul out and stomped on it. Even in pure anger I loved her still. I sent a copy of this to her her . She sent back a note , saying F.U. This is from my journal that I have to date never shared a single poem from. Why not I asked myself. Life holds no truly great memories if they are about such great pain...Pain that destroyed a true love and glorified her use of drugs and torture..
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