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I'M Not Afraid

The boiling point aproaches like roaches in my appartement
I hope you're looking down curiously watching me	
Cause I'm not afraid to joyfully use prophanity and blasphemy	
Dare you to charge!!!after all natural disasters taken place inside of me
Wath you want ?I'm not scared of your black dress and shinny schyte	
I'ts been more than a decade since  we made a promess in the night	
Even though blade shines so bright I know  you ain't doin 	
Something to say?! come down tell it in my face if you have the balls		
Unless you send your children I'll paint in dark red again these walls	
Since, I learned to tie my rope and know how to make the good cut	
Nothing makes me pleasure altough I bust my nut 
With a rollercoaster of blades freely gigleling in my gut
Driling holes in the soulless frozen flesh as sit on my but	
A silence suicide from the inside from a brain in captivity
In the shadow of the past  of the dreams glued to insanity	
Still hiding in the corners of unexpectable sites hoping for heaven to crash on me
There's death songs and dark magicians working together inside of me
So unless you got what it needs to make changes to where and who it counts	
Leave the roses and candles beside now go and and theach your scouts.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 1/2/2025 8:15:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
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Date: 8/13/2020 12:34:00 AM
Stay strong and keep on writing. Never give in to those dark thoughts.
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