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Date Posted: 16:53:38 02/14/03 Fri
Author: Maximus
Author Host/IP: 200.chicago-18rh15rt.il.dial-access.att.net / 12.84.130.200
Subject: Dear Death prt. 2

A yo, men don�t cry so my pen cries for me,
Death implores me,
But when I knock on deaths door,
Death decides to ignore me,
Tell me why my first letter was stamped return to sender,
Why won�t death deliver when I let my blood flood the streets like a river,
What happens after my body begins to shake and shiver,
When my lips turn blue then begin to quiver,
I don�t know,
Every time I try to die somebody comes by an saves me,
Bullets only graze me,
And it�s always amazing that when I get close to death,
My breath never seems to escape me,
This isn�t dear death, this is my suicide note,
Putrid fluids I smoke,
Rusty needles in my veins seeking the future I hope,
With demons I spoke but none can come an save me,
Insane and crazy,
Overdose on pills but the shit stays the same see,
Before I wanted to meet death and become one of his loyal soldiers,
Now I wanna beat death and become something a little bolder,
Maybe ill be deaths owner and start murdering the masses,
Disturbing and classless when I start murdering with hatchets,
Daggers and matches to further the panic,
Bones and flesh unearthed in vats of acid,
Torturous weapons of mass distraction,
Hordes of bastards symbolized by fake passion,
Now im asking, why live when life is only fashion,
The rich just get rich and the poor get fucked over backwards,
Societies confused, my mind proves the madness,
Engraved in sadness rambling random adlibs,

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nice thoughts... format was a little rudimentary, but still some bar's shined... (NT) -- a cloudy day, 18:00:54 02/14/03 Fri
I thought this was dope as hell.. very nice display of thoughts.. Nice vent.. I hope that's all it is? (NT) -- ===||Swords--->, 18:03:44 02/14/03 Fri
I feel this, nice imagery thoughts were on point nice post (NT) -- Pat D.A.W.G, 20:54:55 02/14/03 Fri
man I feel you more then you'll ever know.. pretty sad huh? (NT) -- Pathologist "The Catalyst of ELOHEIM!", 22:07:45 02/14/03 Fri

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