Poemranker [Replying] Mon May 06 17:53:59 PDT 2024

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Satan was head angel Now King of Hell You were my savoir Until you fell Gone are the memories Of our days of joy Here is the knowledge Of your nasty ploy Burnt with our pictures My heart beats on my spine After a few days All will be fine I can get over Your evil ways You never will If the greed stays Tourturing others Making your own chains Stealing from others With no profit or gains How can you help me When you can't help yourself? How can you be a savior If you can't even save yourself?

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.

2-Feb-03/6:59 PM

1. "Savior" is spelled "savior", not "savoir". "Savoir" is the French verb to know.

2. Jesu is the Savior. He never fell.

3. The second, third and fourth verses are complete nonsense. They don't make any sense. They're just random bits of angst that rhyme. Your heart doesn't beat on your spine. That doesn't even make sense as a metaphor.

4. It's perfectly possible to be able to help others but not help oneself. Indeede, one might argue that the idea of helping oneself is buncombe. One does not help oneself to go to the gentleman's chamber. One merely goes. I think you have become confused because of phrases like "Help yourself to some fucking pie." A similar principle applies to being a savior without being a self-savior.

This is a truly bad poeme. The only good part is the hilarious pun in the title. By 'hilarious' I mean 'skdhfajlsdfhlkasjhf'.

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