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Ode to the inafamous dark angel (Free verse) by Lucifer

Yes it is true most of us think the Dark Angel is a wench who couldn't even fuck herself while sitting on a bench if you truly loathe this individual than rank it as 10 state your reason why and what ever the hell you want... Dark Angel has no talent. we do screw the government

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 12-Jan-03/8:06 PM
On the contrary. I am not the antiforce to this site. I have submitted many beautiful poemes that have been adored and cherished by many people. You have submitted two blocks of text that are clearly not poemes.

You and the other recent users (if indeede they be other users) seem to be under the impression that by going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about -=Dark_Angel=- you will somehow bring a change to the site. You think that people will start to take notice, that they will join hands and sing a song of banning -=Dark_Angel=-.

Poppycock. The only change that will happen is that you and your bumchums here will receive the poemWanker award. Look around you. Look at my poemes. For centuries I have fought with dullards, scoundrels, knaves, idiots, dunces, fools, cowards, cads, slugabeds, lolligaggers, rastabouts, rogues, rapscallions, ne'er-do-wells, imbeciles and boisterous peasants, and who has been left standing? -=Dark_Angel=-.

My poemes are the graveyards for a thousand dead foes. Weep at the likes of poetie, who valiantly fought against AIDS imagery in creative writing until her untimely death at the hands of the FBI. Look at Yardbird and redneck, pathetic prawns of men who scuttle fearfully about the site, clandestinely posting tedious whines. They are not respected. They are not feared. They are not worshipped in ancient temples under the sea. -=Dark_Angel=- is.

If you know what is good for you, you will stop while you still can. You cannot possibly comprehend the scale of the horrors you are bringing upon yourself. Were you to scour the world's historical accounts for atrocities, you would find nothing the like of what you will witness if you pursue this path. The torments of hell are but an enflamed buttock compared to the trauma you shall be subjected to.

My child, you will weep tears of love for me or you will weep blood. Which is it to be?




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