Darkness_Beckons THINK OF THE CASH!!! Swirling black hate, When the demons possess your so

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Darkness_Beckons THINK OF THE CASH!!! Swirling black hate, When the demons possess your soul, Void endless. When you scream out, Eternal pain stretching back, When they strap on the jacket, till dawn of God and existence. "No!" you'll scream. But not everlasting. "I scream not out of madness I was not before God. "but for the love long lost, He first, then me. "A love never attained, I am sorrow, "Always desired." Sorrow of sins. "Thorazine and Evil" they answer. My children have hurt me. "T.V. and pain." they say. I am sin. "Love and peace!" you scream. Evil blackness. "Out of your mind, Dark hate and greed. "Kill and pain." A blotch upon the soul, That's all we/they want. Soul of man, soul of you. "Happiness and caring - I block your mind with fear, "Lunatic desires." they say. die. "Status quo and credit rating. Join me. "You must desire VCR's and stereos. Infinite power, "Not that which can't be bought." Join me. Well let me tell you this, Power, overwhelming power. "Sell your souls, Immortal. "I'll love you for evermore. We'll move onto someone else. "Sell your soul. Infest till humanity is extinct. "Sell your fucking soul. Let go. "That's all I want." "You bastard of hell, Loneliness "I've lost all I own, "It's all I own. The banging of the typewriter keys, "I have nothing but my soul to sell." Echo in my soul, "Sell it!" Overflowing with pain. "Buy it!" No words to describe. "All I ask is to leave me alone. No one to whom explain. "I've had too much. aspirin won't stop the pain, Can't you return to hell, Only an empty bottle by the bed and leave me alone?" can grant merciful sleep STRANGE DAYS INDEED The Ultimate Truth Alone you sit, A lousy poem, In your prison cell, From the heart of a misfit. Mom and Dad got the keys. One who can't spell, Alone you sit, One who can't find romance. in your prison cell, A lousey poem, Your teacher's got the keys. Which will be read but once. Your boss... Read after my death, Your health... Then discarded, Your undertaker. Joining the filth, Now I hold your soul. which lines the bay. You rotted on Earth, The beautiful Bay, You wretched whore. lined with all the refuse, I gave you eyes, feet, hands, desire. dreams, and hopes, You refuted me. of lousey poems. Alone you sat, In cells of comfort and pleasure. The Way to The Soul "Mercy" you now cry? I know the way to the soul. "Another chance" you beg. It lies at the bottom of the creek. To eternal damnation I say. Among the weeds in the murky shoal. It is there the answers you seek. X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845 Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766 realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662 Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699 The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674 Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560 "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X


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