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Old 03-12-2010, 02:25 PM
The Poet The Poet is offline
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Default Please Show Me Mercy and Just Kill Me Allready!?!

Once again, I find myself sitting in my gloomy room writing this missive to a diseffected, alienated world. A freakish world of circus clowns, but the freaks are in control. I ask myself how can I relate to this virtual world of freaks, fuck ups and sadists that pull the puppet strings we call reality?
The answer is I can not. So all I can ask is why haven't they killed me yet? Please, it would be a mercy. I do not understand this world you havce created and with every day that passess I understand it less.
I look into your faces and see a twisted world of grimaces and clown like smiles glaring at me. Your eyes are like the eyes of a pig or boar, inhuman and demonic. You laugh but it is hollow, and more and more you seem like mechanical marionettes dancing a demonic dance of insanity. I do not understand this fucked up hallucination you call tears at my mind to try to understand the Mechivallian mechanics that runs this lunatic asylum you lyingly call life. LIFE? THIS IS DEATH!
Why haven't you killed me...Please, kill me, I am BEGGING YOU..PLEEAZE! I don't want to be a part of this insanity and I do not want to look inot the lifeless buttons you call eyes. You are without humanity, you have the eyes of beats, of predators..cold, inhuman and predatory. Please release me from this Bedlam you call America..SHOOT ME, PLEASE! I swear you won't go to prison if you shoot me in the forehead. It will be an act of mercy..

Since the heaven of my youth was stolen from me, I have lived this death in this Bedlam of demons, lunatics, clowns, freaks, sadists and maniacs you call the United States of America. More and more my soul is being torn from my hearts by the army of demonic mechanical marionettes that are the zombie life of this blasted and twisted world. I fear all too soon you will reduce me to a mechanical marionette, deprived of my soul- a soulless monster whom I can no longer recognize.
I like this is a mantra for me in my struggle to stop you from robbing me of my soul. It reminds me of why I must never trust you as you plot your evil plan to tear my heart out of my chest living and beating as a sacrafice to your devil God. Please if you believe in a God, ask him to rescue me from this Bedlam of clowns, freaks, sadists, mechanical marionettes and demons. Every day it becomes worse and I hear Hell in your laughter...

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