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The Suffering
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These games man... The games people play...
Some days I swear, I do not know how I will make it out… alive,
Lord, do any of us… It… is, Hell, among the living;
maybe I am warped, but I love it...
Lord help me, I do love it so...
The Suffering man...
The Devil Incarnate,
It Is Primal Rage, and Insanity...
The Ties That Bind Us... Its a Muther Fuker...
I do not remember wandering off my previous path,
Nor what depths of Hell it dragged itself from,
And letting the Suffering in to Bind me...
But there is a certain beauty, and attractiveness about it,
It is not a beautiful lie,
It is the ugly truth… and that is Art also,
Behold, it is all around, it is upon you...
watching, and waiting, heavily desirous, and hungry,
It is never satisfied,
The earth spits out the demons of the blood spilled,
it has craved to taste you, to hear you cry, and for your Suffering...
or was it always there, the eyes finally open and hell to go, to the beautifully ugly truth...
There is no escape from it…
you will reap the tearful and dreadful harvest of what you sow,
```~~~...~~~```
These games man... The games people play...
Some days I swear, I do not know how I will make it out… alive,
Lord, do any of us… It… is, Hell, among the living;
maybe I am warped, but I love it...
Lord help me, I do love it so...
The Suffering man...
The Devil Incarnate,
It Is Primal Rage, and Insanity...
The Ties That Bind Us... Its a Muther Fuker...
I do not remember wandering off my previous path,
Nor what depths of Hell it dragged itself from,
And letting the Suffering in to Bind me...
But there is a certain beauty, and attractiveness about it,
It is not a beautiful lie,
It is the ugly truth… and that is Art also,
Behold, it is all around, it is upon you...
watching, and waiting, heavily desirous, and hungry,
It is never satisfied,
The earth spits out the demons of the blood spilled,
it has craved to taste you, to hear you cry, and for your Suffering...
or was it always there, the eyes finally open and hell to go, to the beautifully ugly truth...
There is no escape from it…
you will reap the tearful and dreadful harvest of what you sow,
```~~~...~~~```
Published 27th Sep 2015
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27th Sep 2015 5:05pm
This was actually a FaceBook rant that I went on an hour ago... I just added a few extra lines to it, after I kept on ranting after I posted it on there, for those on here that may recognize the difference... Tis one o my self Narrative rants that I go on time to time... The poor poor people that have to see it on there,,, oh the humanity, of bein my friend, it must be tiring as hell hehehe...: The muther fukin wolf
27th Sep 2015 5:46pm
An all consuming feeling much more then a twitch
No doubt that suffering can be the ultimate b_tch
Dreary narrative you tell but nothing that bores
Lead me to Halloween night and all the lovely gore
No doubt that suffering can be the ultimate b_tch
Dreary narrative you tell but nothing that bores
Lead me to Halloween night and all the lovely gore
29th Sep 2015 00:23am
