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The Sadistic Mirth (Free verse) by Freethinker1602

The breath of air I breathe Is drawn in a sharp gasp And then to exhale is a long Piercing shriek That I alone can hear My life exists in agony My existance in suffering And I suffer in desolation I refuse to move Refuse to allow myself to heal It is my hand that causes the pain I am the murderer I bring Pain to the innocent My death would be welcome To those that have reason to hate It is my time to seek a Vengeance so unjust that I Am marked as an evil force I am the beast unleashed Know my pain

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 26-Feb-03/3:54 PM
It's just like a MAN to rely on a machine to write his poetry for him. I suppose you'd like the whole of human life to be determined and controlled by machines? People like you would have us constantly strapped to some sort of bionic gurney, receiving nutrients through a futuristic "graviton thermometer" and expelling the unwanted matter into a curious funnel-shaped tube held by the animated slave-robot we call "Newman" (NEW MAN).

You need to get your face out the science textbook and start realising that poetry comes from the HEART. That's why it's called "poetry". Did you know that "HEART" has over two letters in common with "POETRY"? Well you do now. I suggest you think about that one the next time you post one of your chauvinistic, technocratic diatribes.




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