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Doom

Fake hearts, Beware what you dream, In this world, Full of schemes, It's hard to redeem, Horror filled screams, At nightmare scenes, Painted with a maniac's brush, Too late to wipe the slate clean. Downward spirals, Tail spinning to doom. Camera angles, Picture perfect, To give your face, That high-def zoom. So that looky loos, Better off than you Can be home by nine, And watch your tragedy, On the 10 o'clock news. Misconceptions, In their views, Thinking they can, Better choose. A better life than you. Cheers to the idiotic ramblings, Of pathetic fools. Who are only a few moments, From a similar fate. Your last breath, Is spent laughing, Cause while they try to cling to life, You already know, For them It's too late. Fate has sealed the deal, Pain is what they'll feel. The blind are leading the blind, To the fields, Where the mad men kill.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/21/2010 9:21:00 AM
very interesting:P
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