What is to be said
for the mind of a fiend?
Is it infested with evil thoughts,
or is there a chance for it to be jusified?
What is to be said
for the eyes of the depressed?
Are they cold and unworthy,
or is it possible that they hold truth?
What is to be said
for the heart of a murderer?
Is it charred black and still,
or is there a portion that happens to be alive?
What is to be said
for the hands of the nervous?
Are they shaking and disturbed,
or is it wrong to say they are experienced?
What is to be said
for all the people we judge daily?
Is there any people left,
that willingly look deep inside?
What is to be said
for the words you speak softly?
Are they hesitant and bitter,
or do they hold instilled hope for your existance?
You
tell
me.
10/23/2004













Devious Comments
Comments
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I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
Bob the builder and Thomas the Tank engine are like old Nazi Propaganda Films
MY HELLSING X THE PRODUCERS CROSS OVER
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*~* When One Grows Weary Of Life... Death Is A Hurt You Welcome
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+Choke on guilt thats far to good for you, say one word I'll laugh and bury you+
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-My goal is to hurt you..Severely..Come here..-
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-My goal is to hurt you..Severely..Come here..-
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-My goal is to hurt you..Severely..Come here..-
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I found no people, killing time, so I found time for killing people
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-My goal is to hurt you..Severely..Come here..-
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