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to the pain-givers
to the liars and pain-givers
you see our soft ways as weakness
but our time will come
you better watch your fucking step
if we have our chance
we will take it
and the meek shall inherit the earth
and we will have our place
over you bodies
and with the cattle hammers
we will crush your legs
there will come a time when you will suffer
as you have made us suffer beneath you
your sins will be let go and forgotten
forgivness is for the retarded
you see our soft ways as weakness
but our time will come
you better watch your fucking step
if we have our chance
we will take it
and the meek shall inherit the earth
and we will have our place
over you bodies
and with the cattle hammers
we will crush your legs
there will come a time when you will suffer
as you have made us suffer beneath you
your sins will be let go and forgotten
forgivness is for the retarded
Published 7th Feb 2010
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7th Feb 2010 4:51am
Your poetry is beginning to really stand out to me and i love that Nathan.
I begin to wonder how much more you could possibly have up your sleeve (:
I begin to wonder how much more you could possibly have up your sleeve (:
7th Feb 2010 5:12am
i really wonder that too.. I hope I dont run out.. actually after my first "dark/extreme" book I thought I got it all out of my system and that I'd never write like that again.. but apparently i was wrong.. and I like it ;)
Anonymous
7th Feb 2010 5:50am
"And with the cattle hammers/we will crush your legs". That line was, quite simply, perfect. Bristling with rage and violence, it thus evokes one hell of an image. The last line was awesome as well. A little psychotic, perhaps, but ultimately, sadly true.
7th Feb 2010 6:24am
i like the title of your comment: rage personified.. i am definitely pissed at the powers that be.. whomever they might be.. fuck them with blades in the end if I get the chance I will.. we will see.. us meek are getting pretty sick and fucking tired of being meek.. ya dig? lol
Anonymous
7th Feb 2010 11:28am
i love this,the edge,tha anger, the pain all of it!
7th Feb 2010 11:15pm
I like it too.. I've approached this idea before in a few other poems but it's always on my mind and I just can't let it settle.. it's a part of my being and mindset.. whoever/whatever's in charge where ever they are I will get them.. take that too the bank.. thank you so much for the compliments honey :D
7th Feb 2010 12:49pm
for some reason, in this poem i see only reflection of an anger - it even radiates red rays of hatred. and it makes it moving, bright, even though it's a description of one emotion.
7th Feb 2010 11:17pm
there's actually two emotions that I see bitterness and anger.. maybe the bitterness doesn't shine through as much but since I've written about this kind of thing before you can get the impression that it's something I'm holding onto.. I will have my revenge in this life or the next.. thanks so much for the compliment honey.. glad you dig it :D
