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False Salvation

A road to Self destruction  I  throw up your salvation , 'Pure'?  really  corrupt; A thousand knives at you Could never be quite the  throw, You rape; Leave me for dead; The warrior paint  Scandalous camouflage  Pitiful little stunt; With Raging  eyes  I take back the prize  you never could stand yourself     You are a deceiver   You never began to  bleed me I was never a believer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 12/9/2011 10:46:00 PM
I can truly feel the rage embodied in this seething poem.
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