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Old 12-18-05, 01:38 PM   #9
Sean Gunner
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With the setting of the sun I worry about the problems inside my head,
Showing resistance gives no consequences, like lying to the dead.
The crows around me howl at my presence as they sense my fear and anguish,
My body is in languish as I listen to the people around me talk in a foreign language.
Darkness is consuming my eyes with little light shining to a hidden path,
As I wander with my vision ridden and sensing one man’s wrath.
I cast away my soul and tell it to let me try and discover what is my own,
With my hands thrown in front of me I search meticulously for a moonstone.
That will guide my body upon the stones that scrape my knees as the trees,
Blow in the wind, I believe in a monster that lurks in the souls screaming to be freed.
For me I suppress his desires because I know that is him that gives me wood for fire,
But this emptiness is starting to rid me of all my thoughts, I wonder as I perspire,
Why am I so tired? Have I not had to endure this feeling of unknown before?
I look around when I suddenly spy a light that is being cast upon the shore.
It flashes so brightly then dies as suddenly; it is the light of the war.
That is not the light that is required so I keep my head up and wander some more,
When I am drawn to a lantern on the cottage of an innkeeper so I knock on his door.
He wakes and greets me as a friend and invites to drink and have some tea,
As I stay there I begin to wonder at all that he has done for me.
He seems nice, but as I look around his walls are lined with letters and numbers,
And outside I hear thump thump thump…the beat of a little boy drummer.
His music speaks to me and tells me that this house is not safe and to leave immediately,
As I turn to leave the cottage is no longer a house of comfort but of death and debris.
How could I not see that this allusion was constructed not only for me,
But for all who trust willingly and then must decide who their savior is to be.
I yearn to be in the light that makes me feel warmth and love of concern,
Rather than continue to spend my life night by night living with these worms.
I search for true light, yet every night it seems as if the progress is killed in turn,
By the ever growing red ember that in the sky crackles and spits out the sane as it burns.

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As I gaze into this malign mirror, I no longer see a manlike being
But sinning savage, surrounded by ravage with nothing left freeing
Another moral value lost in the whirlwind of the destructive debris
That frenzy fills our lives, our society’s heart but to which degree?
Is the worst yet to come or has the end approached us so close?
I can take another path I suppose but I don’t regret what I chose
For it is just obtuse to refuse seeing there’s no use in fighting dark
Am I a wolf to eat the sheep which embark on a quest for a spark?
Why battle the established order and raise futile hope at salvation?
When you can also try to discover an advantage within the situation
Therefore I give in to these fatal deeds to fulfil my humanlike needs
Because the hatred only proceeds, the Satan within you succeeds
I forgot how to care when I see many children enjoy Spartan fare
Those little brats are embodiments of our world’s state of despair
So why would I care? I’d rather choke them, slit their tiny wrists
But the species still exists; do I really have to use my devilish lists?
To extinct all the “good” ones within our community we call Earth
The first solution would be to brutally murder every female at birth
For they are not worth to walk around and contaminate pure souls
Of strong men with goals that just want their dick in woman’s holes
Why…I would even kill all men and remain alive, only a select few
They’re all too dense to see through an ultimate scheme I now view
Oh how I love this vicious path I have taken, I will cause to awaken
The evil inside each man, the true nature that they have all forsaken

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One led to a path of darkness and embrace the evil within,
The other to die in search while his body is feeble with sin.
Two people different in morals and values, wondering where they're from,
and they will keep on searching, from dusk till dawn.


1st- Me
2nd- DQ
3rd- Combo
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^^I think this explains my view on gangster rap perfectly.